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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDLife consists of burning up questions.
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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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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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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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Leave the caves of being. Come. The mind breathes outside the mind. The time has come to abandon your lodgings. Surrender to the Universal Thought. The Marvelous is at the root of the mind.
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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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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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When 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.
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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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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 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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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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The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.
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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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