And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.

I myself am an absolute abyss.

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

All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth.

I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself

We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.

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