The crisis of our time is essentially a religious crisis. It is a matter of life or death.

It is nasty when you're playing in someone else's house to point out that they don't have enough balls.

What is there? I know first of all that I am. But who am I? All I know of myself is that I suffer. And if I suffer it is because at the origin of myself there is mutilation, separation. I am separated. What I am separated from -- I cannot name it. But I am separated.

The name of God should no longer come from the mouth of man. This word that has so long been degraded by usage no longer means anything.... To use the word God is more than sloth, it is a refusal to think, a king of short cut, a hideous shorthand.

Misery's fine - as long as you know you can get out of it when you want to.

A stage play ought to be the point of intersection between the visible and invisible worlds, or, in other words, the display, the manifestation of the hidden.

I know I earn less at my primary school than you do, but I don't have to work as hard at my primary school.