Life consists of burning up questions.
ANTONIN ARTAUDThe 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.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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In consciousness dwells the wondrous, with it man attains the realm beyond the material, and the Peyote tells us, where to find it.
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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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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 prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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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 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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It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence it must from time to time be present.
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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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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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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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There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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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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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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