If our life lacks a constant magic it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form and meaning, instead of being impelled by their force.

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.

Whenever I feel the need to exercise, I lie down until it goes away.

Last time I saw her, she was peeking out from one of the bookcases next to the fireplace. She's the first cat I've ever seen trying to pretend she's a condensed version of War and Peace.

Fear is a disease of mind we inherit from society.

I don't knowwhat I'm feeling. Existing like I'm on auto pilot.I've put my Armour on now. Limiting everything gettingin but also not letting anything out.

I retain what's interesting to me, but I don't have a lot of strategic depth.

There is an episode [in "Mary and Jane"] where there is not a lot of pot smoking, but there is a giant wall of weed in their apartment.

I write novels and other things.

I cuss like a sailor; I smoked cigarettes for many years but quit and have never looked back; also, I ride a motorcycle... in Los Angeles... so there ya go.

An amazing observation: it is precisely for feelings that one needs time, not for thought. ... Feelings, obviously, are more demanding than thought.

Ric Flair is out there crying, his nose is running. He's probably drowning from the size of his nose running.