If Art Reflects Life, It Does So

Impact Lies In The Vicinity Of Mistakes.

The Rain Never Falls Upwards. When The Wound Stops Hurting What Hurts Is The Scar.

I Was Called Up In The War And Sent To A Hospital. I Dressed Wounds, Applied Iodine, Gave Enemas, Did Blood Transfusions. If The Doctor Ordered: "brecht, Amputate A Leg!", I Would Reply, "certainly, Your Excellency!", And Cut Off The Leg. If I Was Told, "perform A Trepanning!" I Opened The Man's Skull And Messed About With His Brains. I Saw How They Patched Fellows Up, So As To Cart Them Back To The Front As Quickly As They Could.

All Artforms Are In The Service Of The Greatest Of All Arts: The Art Of Living.

Sin Is What Is New, Strong, Surprising, Strange. The Theatre Must Take An Interest In Sin If The Young Are To Be Able To Go There.