I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
ANTONIN ARTAUDWe have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
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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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[defines a madman as] a man who preferred to become mad,in the socially accepted sense of the word, rather than forfeit a certain superior idea of human honor.
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All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try and put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs.
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If our life lacks a constant magic it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form and meaning, instead of being impelled by their force.
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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The truth of life lies in the impulsiveness of matter. The mind of man has been poisoned by concepts. Do not ask him to be content, ask him only to be calm, to believe that he has found his place. But only the madman is really calm.
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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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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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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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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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The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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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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