It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence it must from time to time be present. – Antonin Artaud
With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows. – Antonin Artaud
But how is one to make a scientist understand that there is something unalterably deranged about differential calculus, quantum theory, or the obscene and so inanely liturgical ordeals of the precession of the equinoxes. – Antonin Artaud
All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggars teeth. – Antonin Artaud