The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.

Actors are athletes of the heart.

Destroy yourselves, you who are desperate, and you who are tortured in body and soul, abandon all hope. There is no more solace for you in this world. The world lives off your rotting flesh.

I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide, but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist, every morning at the time of his visit, made me want to hang myself, realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat.

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.

If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.

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.