The Actor Is Merely A Crude Empiricist,

When I Think About Myself, My Thought Seeks Itself In The Ether Of A New Space. I Am On The Moon As Others Are On Their Balconies. I Participate In Planetary Gravitation In The Fissures Of My Mind.

If I Commit Suicide, It Will Not Be To Destroy Myself, But To Put Myself Back Together Again. Suicide Will Be For Me Only One Means Of Violently Reconquering Myself, Of Brutally Invading My Being, Of Anticipating The Unpredictable Approaches Of God. By Suicide, I Reintroduce My Design In Nature, I Shall For The First Time Give Things The Shape Of My Will.

I See In The Act Of Throwing The Dice And Of Risking The Affirmation Of Some Intuitively Felt Truth, However Uncertain, My Whole Reason For Living.

No One Has Ever Written, Painted, Sculpted, Modeled, Built, Or Invented Except Literally To Get Out Of Hell.

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.