Max Frisch

Max
Frisch
1911
1991

Swiss Playwright and Novelist

Author Quotes

You hold the pen like a needle in a seismic observatory, and in fact it is not we who write, but rather we are written. Writing means to read oneself.

You merely had an affair with me, to be exact, and therefore no right to prevent me from another affair.'

Your virtuous living is your enemy's best and cheapest weapon.

What hope have you know given up?

What makes Shakespeare so overwhelming is the way in which the situation (who is confronting whom) is usually itself part of the composition, meaningful already as a situation.

What we call unfaithfuless: our attempt for once to get out from behind our own face, our desperate hope of eluding the definitive.

When you say a friend has a sense of humor do you mean that he makes you laugh, or that he can make you laugh?

Where the works gives scope for individuality, one sees a blossoming of self-respect.

Why there are so many great actresses, so few great woman writers? The erotic urge that lies at the bottom of all art has a feminine and a masculine character. Feminine is the urge to be; masculine the urge to do. Interpretative art always has more of the feminine about it.

You can lose a woman when you have won her.

You can put anything into words, except your own life.

You can't make the incomprehensible comprehensible without losing it completely.

There is no art without Eros.

Plots- it seems there are thousands of them, all one's acquaintances known some, strangers make a present of them in letters, each the basis for a play or a novel.

They wanted what is possible only once: the now.

Present it is a culture that strictly ignores present obligations and places itself entirely at the service of eternity.

To a certain degree we are really the person others have seen in us.

Strictly speaking, every citizen above a certain level of income is guilty of some offense.

To write is to read one's own self.

Technology... the knack of so arranging the world that we don't have to experience it.

Uniforms ruin every character.

That a plot has no real life of its own; it exists only in its precipitates. It cannot be distilled but only crystallized- in which form it is then immutable, whether successful or unsuccessful: once and for all.

We nest in an accident whose precarious valance, when we happen to become conscious of it, oppresses yet at the same time inspires us.

The difference between an author and a horse is that the horse doesn't understand the horse dealer's language.

We were calling for manpower and people came.

Author Picture
First Name
Max
Last Name
Frisch
Birth Date
1911
Death Date
1991
Bio

Swiss Playwright and Novelist