I opened the man’s skull and messed about with his brains. I saw how they patched fellows up, so as to cart them back to the Front as quickly as they could.
BERTOLT BRECHTI opened the man’s skull and messed about with his brains. I saw how they patched fellows up, so as to cart them back to the Front as quickly as they could.
BERTOLT BRECHTSin is what is new, strong, surprising, strange. The theatre must take an interest in sin if the young are to be able to go there.
BERTOLT BRECHTLiterary works cannot be taken over like factories, or literary forms of expression like industrial methods.
BERTOLT BRECHTThe human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.
BERTOLT BRECHTA man who strains himself on the stage is bound, if he is any good, to strain all the people sitting in the stalls.
BERTOLT BRECHTFirst the grub, then the morals.
BERTOLT BRECHTArt is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.
BERTOLT BRECHTReality changes; in order to represent it, modes of representation must also change. Nothing comes from nothing; the new comes from the old, but that is why it is new.
BERTOLT BRECHTErst kommt das Fressen, dann kommt die Moral.
BERTOLT BRECHTTo live means to finesse the processes to which one is subjugated.
BERTOLT BRECHTFor what’s the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?
BERTOLT BRECHTThough the rich of this earth find no difficulty in creating misery, they can’t bear to see it.
BERTOLT BRECHTIt is not enough to demand insight and informative images of reality from the theater. Our theater must stimulate a desire for understanding, a delight in changing reality.
BERTOLT BRECHTHere today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. Hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.
BERTOLT BRECHTOne must live well to know what living is.
BERTOLT BRECHTI Who live in Los Angeles and not in London Find, on thinking about Hell, that it must be Still more like Los Angeles.
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