There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him. – Antonin Artaud
Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others. – 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
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