I myself am an absolute abyss.

All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try and put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs.

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 our life lacks a constant magic it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form and meaning, instead of being impelled by their force.

I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.

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 theater, which is in no thing, but makes use of everything - gestures, sounds, words, screams, light, darkness - rediscovers itself at precisely the point where the mind requires a language to express its manifestations.... To break through language in order to touch life is to create or recreate the theatre.