I myself am an absolute abyss.

A real theatrical experience shakes the calm of the senses, liberates the compressed unconscious and drives towards a kind of potential revolt . . .

No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.

The actor is an athlete of the heart.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.

I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself

To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.

I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.

I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this--I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.

This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.

Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.

Certainly the heart has always something to tell about the future to those who listen to it. But what does the heart know? Scarce a little of what has already happened.

Backpackers can pack much more meows than baggers. Beggars never feed stray cats as street cats are self-sustaining.

All it takes to be a voice against injustice, is to say something against it.

Work is accomplished by those employees who have not yet reached their level of incompetence.

When you think of famous New Zealanders, there aren't many.

If I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.

The freedom of the city is not negotiable. We cannot negotiate with those who say, 'What's mine is mine and what's yours is negotiable.'

A joke is a joke. There's an expression - I don't know if you have it - that's 'adding insult to injury.'

When someone who is suffering looks to you for compassion, it's indeed a blessing; you are chosen to be their Light in a moment of sorrow.

To leave a place, you'd best leave everything behind; all your possessions, including memory. Traveling's not as easy as it's made out to be.