Max Frisch
Max Frisch
Max Rudolf Frischwas a Swiss playwright and novelist. Frisch's works focused on problems of identity, individuality, responsibility, morality, and political commitment. His use of irony is a significant feature of his post-war publications. Frisch was one of the founders of Gruppe Olten. He was awarded the Neustadt International Prize for Literature in 1986...
NationalitySwiss
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth15 May 1911
CountrySwitzerland
bear begins cannot
He cannot bear old men's jokes. That is not new. But now he begins to think of them himself.
time honesty doe
Time does not change us. It just unfolds us.
technology white race
The technologist was the final guise of the white missionary, industrialization the last gospel of a dying race and living standards a substitute for a purpose in living.
true-life stories meaning-of-life
It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life.
horse differences language
The difference between an author and a horse is that the horse doesn't understand the horse dealer's language.
greatest-fear repetition
My greatest fear: repetition.
ownership concerned
There is no such thing, as far as I'm concerned, as ownership in love.
marriage hands defeat
Our comparative fidelity was fear of defeat at the hands of another partner.
yearning
Why don't we follow our yearning?
technology men matter
I took the standpoint that the profession of technologist, a man who masters matter, is a masculine profession, if not the only masculine profession there is.
distance eye age
We live in an age of reproduction. Most of what makes up our personal picture of the world we have never seen with our own eyes--or rather, we've seen it with our own eyes, but not on the spot: our knowledge comes to us from a distance, we are televiewers, telehearers, teleknowers.
accepting harder oneself
Nothing is harder than to accept oneself.
lovers knows
I know that I'm the happiest of lovers...
travel communication mean
Travelling, gentlemen, is medieval, today we have means of communication, not to speak of tomorrow and the day after, means of communication that bring the world into our homes, to travel from one place to another is atavistic.