There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
ANTONIN ARTAUDThe fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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I do not like detached creation. Neither can I conceive of the mind as detached from itself. Each of my works, each diagram of myself, each glacial flowering of my inmost soul dribbles over me.
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So society has strangled in its asylums all those it wanted to get rid of or protect itself from, because they refused to become its accomplices in certain great nastinesses.
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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.
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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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By suicide I introduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will … now I choose the direction of my thought and the direction of my faculties, my tendencies, my reality.
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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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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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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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I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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