All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
ANTONIN ARTAUDI am a man by virtue of my hands and my feet, my belly, my heart of meat, my stomach whose knots reunite me to the putrefaction of life.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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We do not die because we have to die; we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.
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The truth of life lies in the impulsiveness of matter. The mind of man has been poisoned by concepts. Do not ask him to be content, ask him only to be calm, to believe that he has found his place. But only the madman is really calm.
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Destroy yourselves, you who are desperate, and you who are tortured in body and soul, abandon all hope. There is no more solace for you in this world. The world lives off your rotting flesh.
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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
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Those who live, live off the dead.
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When I think about myself, my thought seeks itself in the ether of a new space. I am on the moon as others are on their balconies. I participate in planetary gravitation in the fissures of my mind.
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I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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Excuse my absolute freedom. I refuse to make a distinction between any of the moments of myself.
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I see in the act of throwing the dice and of risking the affirmation of some intuitively felt truth, however uncertain, my whole reason for living.
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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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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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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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If our life lacks a constant magic it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form and meaning, instead of being impelled by their force.
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I would like to write a Book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go, in short, a door that opens onto reality.
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