All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggars teeth. – 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
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
With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows. – Antonin Artaud