August Strindberg
August Strindberg
Johan August Strindberg; 22 January 1849 – 14 May 1912) was a Swedish playwright, novelist, poet, essayist and painter. A prolific writer who often drew directly on his personal experience, Strindberg's career spanned four decades, during which time he wrote over 60 plays and more than 30 works of fiction, autobiography, history, cultural analysis, and politics. A bold experimenter and iconoclast throughout, he explored a wide range of dramatic methods and purposes, from naturalistic tragedy, monodrama, and history plays, to...
NationalitySwedish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth22 January 1849
CityStockholm, Sweden
CountrySweden
It's wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven't the true faith.
I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.
Sometimes not seeing things can be a blessing.
Family . . . the home of all social evil, a charitable institution for comfortable women, an anchorage for house-fathers, and a hell for children.
I, too, am beginning to feel an immense need to become a savage and create a new world.
It's terribly hard to be married ... harder than anything else. I think you have to be an angel.
Any programming language is at its best before it is implemented and used. Anything is possible, anything can happen. On a flimsy ground of reality, imagination spins marvelous patterns.
Religion must be a punishment, because nobody gets religion who does not have a bad conscience.
What people call success is only preparation for the next failure.
When people drink, they talk, and talk is dangerous!
I've thought of becoming a photographer! To save my talent as a writer.
Some people have accused my tragedy of being too sad, as though one desired a merry tragedy. People clamor for Enjoyment as though Enjoyment consisted in being foolish. I find enjoyment in the powerful and terrible struggles of life; and the capability of experiencing something, of learning something, gives me pleasure.
When people refuse to speak out for too long, it's like water that's stagnant and starts to rot!
There comes a moment... When imagination gives out and Reality leaps forth. It is frightful!