It Is Not Opium Which Makes Me

If I Commit Suicide, It Will Not Be To Destroy Myself But To Put Myself Back Together Again.

Squander Your Riches Far From This Unfeeling Body To Which No Season, Either Spiritual Or Sensual, Makes Any Difference.

So Society Has Strangled In Its Asylums All Those It Wanted To Get Rid Of Or Protect Itself From, Because They Refused To Become Its Accomplices In Certain Great Nastinesses.

It Has Not Been Definitively Proved That The Language Of Words Is The Best Possible Language. And It Seems That On The Stage, Which Is Above All A Space To Fill And A Place Where Something Happens, The Language Of Words May Have To Give Way Before A Language Of Signs Whose Objective Aspect Is The One That Has The Most Immediate Impact Upon Us.

I Am Adding Another Language To The Spoken Language, And I Am Trying To Restore To The Language Of Speech Its Old Magic, Its Essential Spellbinding Power, For Its Mysterious Possibilities Have Been Forgotten.