The race of prophets is extinct. Europe is becoming set in its ways, slowly embalming itself beneath the wrappings of its borders, its factories, its law-courts and its universities. The frozen Mind cracks between the mineral staves which close upon it.
ANTONIN ARTAUDCruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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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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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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A tainted society has invented psychiatry to defend itself against the investigations of certain superior intellects whose faculties of divination would be troublesome.
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Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact their escape.
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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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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Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.
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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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Leave the caves of being. Come. The mind breathes outside the mind. The time has come to abandon your lodgings. Surrender to the Universal Thought. The Marvelous is at the root of the mind.
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I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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