Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact their escape.
ANTONIN ARTAUDCruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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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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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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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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There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
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So long as we have failed to eliminate any of the causes of human despair, we do not have the right to try to eliminate those means by which man tries to cleanse himself of despair.
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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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Life consists of burning up questions.
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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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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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The race of prophets is extinct. Europe is becoming set in its ways, slowly embalming itself beneath the wrappings of its borders, its factories, its law-courts and its universities. The frozen Mind cracks between the mineral staves which close upon it.
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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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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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Those who live, live off the dead.
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