Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.

To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.

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.

How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward.

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

The truth of life lies in the impulsiveness of matter. The mind of man has been poisoned by concepts. Do not ask him to be content, ask him only to be calm, to believe that he has found his place. But only the madman is really calm.

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.