I dream, therefore I exist.
When I free my body from its clothes, from all their buttons, belts, and laces, it seems to me that my soul takes a deeper, freer breath.
I see the playwright as a lay preacher peddling the ideas of his time in popular form.
The world, life and human beings are only an illusion, a phantom, a dream image.
Growing old-it's not nice, but it's interesting.
I, too, am beginning to feel an immense need to become a savage and create a new world.