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

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.

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

So society has strangled in its asylums all those it wanted to get rid of or protect itself from, because they refused to become its accomplices in certain great nastinesses.

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.

Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others. Then we might even come to see that it is our veneration for what has already been created, however beautiful and valid it may be, that petrifies us.

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.