Antonin Artaud Quotes

No sense makes sense.

Everything is absurd.

To demand 'sense' is the hallmark of nonsense. Nature does not make sense. Nothing makes sense.

All philosophies, if you ride them home, are nonsense, but some are greater nonsense than others.

When in doubt, make no sense. No sense is good. And nonsense is good.

No sense in no sense innocence of what of not and what of delight. In no sense innocence in no sense and what in delight and not, in no sense innocence in no sense no sense what, in no sense and delight, and in no sense and delight and not in no sense and delight and not, no sense in no sense innocence and delight.

in nonsense is strength

Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all

The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense?

A meaningless statement remains meaningless no matter how often it's heard.

I look out the chair while eating my pillow. I open the wall, I walk with my ears. I have ten eyes to walk with and two fingers to look with. I put my head on the floor to sit down, I put my bottom on the ceiling. After eating the music box, I spread jam on the rug for a great dessert.

Time is three eyes and eight elbows.

I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.

The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.

Knock! knock! who's there? me! me who? that's right? what's right? meehoo! that's what I want to know! what's what you want to know? me who? yes, exactly! exactly what? yes, I have exactlywatt on a chain! exactly what on a chain? yes! yes what? no, exactlywatt! that's what I want to know! I told you-exactlywatt! exactly what? yes! yes what? yes it's with me. what's with you? exactlywatt-that's what with me. me who? yes! go away! knock knock...

A hole had just appeared in the Galaxy. It was exactly a nothingth of a second long, a nothingth of an inch wide, and quite a lot of million light years from end to end. As it closed up [...] Two hundred and thirty-nine thousand lightly fried eggs fell out of it...materializing in a large woobly heap on the famine-struck land of Poghril in the Pansel system. The whole Poghril tribe had died out from famine except for one last man who died of cholesterol poisoning some weeks later.

Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.

How many kids are in the Graveyard?" "A bunch." "Who sends your supplies?" "George Washington. Or is it Abraham Lincoln? I forget." "How often do you receive new arrivals?" "About as often as you beat your wife.

Where any answer is possible, all answers are meaningless.

I'll cook the water.

The last level of metaphor in the Alice books is this: that life, viewed rationally and without illusion, appears to be a nonsense tale told by an idiot mathematician.

The square root of nothing.

I've seen the truth, and it makes no sense.

I have nothing to say, and I am saying it.

The world's a puzzle; no need to make sense out of it." - Socrates