Passive pleasure is no pleasure at all.

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

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

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.

The reason why Absurdist plays take place in No Man's Land with only two characters is primarily financial.

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.