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We Need A Type Of Theatre Which Not Only Releases The Feelings, Insights And Impulses Possible Within The Particular Historical Field Of Human Relations In Which The Action Takes Place, But Employs And Encourages Those Thoughts And Feelings Which Help Transform The Field Itself.

Love Is The Desire To Give, Not To Receive, Something. Love Is The Art Of Producing Something With The Other's Talents.

Reality Changes; In Order To Represent It, Modes Of Representation Must Change.

The First Time It Was Reported That Our Friends Were Being Butchered There Was A Cry Of Horror. Then A Hundred Were Butchered. But When A Thousand Were Butchered And There Was No End To The Butchery, A Blanket Of Silence Spread. When Evil-doing Comes Like Falling Rain, Nobody Calls Out "stop!" When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

A Man Who Sees Another Man On The Street Corner With Only A Stump For An Arm Will Be So Shocked The First Time He'll Give Him Sixpence. But The Second Time It'll Only Be A Three Penny Bit. And If He Sees Him A Third Time, He'll Have Him Cold-bloodedly Handed Over To The Police.