You Are Quite Unnecessary, Young Man!

All True Language Is Incomprehensible, Like The Chatter Of A Beggar's Teeth.

Before Our Eyes Is Fought A Battle Of Symbols... For There Can Be Theatre Only From The Moment When The Impossible Really Begins And When The Poetry That Occurs On The Stage Sustains And Superheats The Realized Symbols.

We Have The Right To Lie, But Not About The Heart Of The Matter.

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.

With Society And Its Public, There Is No Longer Any Other Language Than That Of Bombs, Barricades, And All That Follows.