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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDCruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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Life consists of burning up questions.
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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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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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I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.
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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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I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows.
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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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I do not like detached creation. Neither can I conceive of the mind as detached from itself. Each of my works, each diagram of myself, each glacial flowering of my inmost soul dribbles over me.
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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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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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Those who live, live off the dead.
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Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact their escape.
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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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