Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.

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.

A real theatrical experience shakes the calm of the senses, liberates the compressed unconscious and drives towards a kind of potential revolt . . .

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.

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.

Actors are athletes of the heart.

However fiercely opposed one may be to the present order, an old respect for the idea of order itself often prevents people from distinguishing between order and those who stand for order, and leads them in practice to respect individuals under the pretext of respecting order itself.