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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDThere are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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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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I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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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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I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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I know each conversation with a psychiatrist in the morning made me want to hang myself because I knew I could not strangle him.
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There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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In our present state of degeneration it is through the skin that metaphysics must be made to re-enter our minds.
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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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With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows.
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I 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.
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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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And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.
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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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