Max Rudolf Frisch (15 May 1911 – 4 April 1991) was a Swiss architect, playwright and novelist, who is regarded as one of the most influential Swiss writers of the 20th century.
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...
Overcoming prejudice: the only possible way through love, which creates no graven images.
Carrying on with the conversation like a woman when the bill comes...
We nest in an accident whose precarious balance, when we happen to become conscious of it, oppresses yet at the same time inspires us
To write is to read one's own self
What hope have you know given up ?
That a plot has no real life of its own; it exists only in it's precipitates. It cannot be distilled but only crystallized- in which form it is then immutable, whether successful or unsuccessful: once and for all
Are you friend with yourself ?
My reality doesn't lie in the part I play, but in the unconscious decision as to what kind of part I assign to myself.
Theatrical effectiveness, I believe, lies in it's rarity its uniqueness