Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
ANTONIN ARTAUDI am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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Life consists of burning up questions.
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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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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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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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When I think about myself, my thought seeks itself in the ether of a new space. I am on the moon as others are on their balconies. I participate in planetary gravitation in the fissures of my mind.
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The true theater, because it moves and makes use of living instruments, continues to stir up shadows where life has never ceased to grope its way.
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There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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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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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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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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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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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 cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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