Those Who Live, Live Off The Dead.

Actors Are Athletes Of The Heart.

How Hard Is It, When Everything Encourages Us To Sleep, Though We May Look About Us With Conscious, Clinging Eyes, To Wake And Yet Look About Us As In A Dream, With Eyes That No Longer Know Their Function And Whose Gaze Is Turned Inward.

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

We Must Wash Literature Off Ourselves. We Want To Be Men Above All, To Be Human.

There Are Those Who Go To The Theatre As They Would Go To A Brothel.