Quote by Antonin Artaud
All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a begga

All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggars teeth. – Antonin Artaud

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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell. – Antonin Artaud

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Creativity
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I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide, but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist, every morning at the time of his visit, made me want to hang myself, realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat. – Antonin Artaud

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Morning
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So long as we have failed to eliminate any of the causes of human despair, we do not have the right to try to eliminate those means by which man tries to cleanse himself of despair. – Antonin Artaud

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Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work. – Carl Sandburg, New York Times, 1959 February 13th

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Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords. – Robert Louis Stevenson

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If I could but entice you with sentences and tongue tie you with words. – Jamie Lynn Morris

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Language

One can say of language that it is potentially the only human home, the only dwelling place that cannot be hostile to man. – John Berger

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Language

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