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.

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.

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 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.

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.

Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.

This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.