There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
ANTONIN ARTAUDWith society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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So long as we have failed to eliminate any of the causes of human despair, we do not have the right to try to eliminate those means by which man tries to cleanse himself of despair.
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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try and put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs.
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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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The actor is an athlete of the heart.
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Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this–I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.
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It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence it must from time to time be present.
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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward.
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