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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDWhen we speak the word ‘life,’ it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.
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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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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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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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I am adding another language to the spoken language, and I am trying to restore to the language of speech its old magic, its essential spellbinding power, for its mysterious possibilities have been forgotten.
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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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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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There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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Don’t tire yourself more than need be, even at the price of founding a culture on the fatigue of your bones.
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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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 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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Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
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Those who live, live off the dead.
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