Life Consists Of Burning Up Questions.

The Theatre Of Cruelty Has Been Created In Order To Restore To The Theatre A Passionate And Convulsive Conception Of Life, And It Is In This Sense Of Violent Rigour And Extreme Condensation Of Scenic Elements That The Cruelty On Which It Is Based Must Be Understood. This Cruelty, Which Will Be Bloody When Necessary But Not Systematically So, Can Thus Be Identified With A Kind Of Severe Moral Purity Which Is Not Afraid To Pay Life The Price It Must Be Paid.

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.

The True Theater, Because It Moves And Makes Use Of Living Instruments, Continues To Stir Up Shadows Where Life Has Never Ceased To Grope Its Way.

Without Sarcasm I Sink Into Chaos.

Excuse My Absolute Freedom. I Refuse To Make A Distinction Between Any Of The Moments Of Myself.