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JK0Iil“No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.” – Antonin Artaud

“You are not the king of your brain. You are the creepy guy standing next to the king going “a most judicious choice, sire”.” – Stephen Kaas

“I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.” – Jean Genet

“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.” – Charles Bukowski

“To increase desires to an unbearable level whilst making the fulfillment of them more and more inaccessible: this was the single principle upon which Western society was based.” – Michel Houellebecq

“I would like to write a Book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go, in short, a door that opens onto reality.” – Antonin Artaud

“A woman should soften but not weaken a man.” ? Sigmund Freud

“Do not, do not, do not books for ever hammer at people like perpetual bells? When, between two books, silent sky appears: be glad” – Rainer Maria Rilke

[on theater] “The actor is both an element of first importance, since it is upon the effectiveness of his work that the success of the spectacle depends, and a kind of passive and neutral element, since he is rigorously denied all personal initiative.” – Antonin Artaud

“Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.” – Albert Camus

“Far from being the smartest possible biological species, we are probably better thought of as the stupidest possible biological species capable of starting a technological civilization – a niche we filled because we got there first, not because we are in any sense optimally adapted to it.” – Nick Bostrom

“Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness. Unfortunately the happiness is there. There is always the chance (about eight hundred and fifty to one) that another heart will come to mine. I can’t help hoping, and keeping faith, and loving beauty. Quite frequently I am not so miserable as it would be wise to be.” – T.H. White