Auschwitz Is A Place In

Our Lives Are Awkward And Fragile And We Have Only One Thing To Keep Us Sane: Pity, And The Man Without Pity Is Mad.

Our Unconscious Is Not More Animal Than Our Conscious, It Is Often Even More Human

When Humanness Is Lost The Radical Difference Between The Bodies In The Pit And People Walking On The Street Is Lost.

Art Is The Expression Of The Conviction That We Can Have A Rational Relationship With The World And Each Other. It Isn't The Faith Or Hope That We Can, It Is The Demonstration That We Can.

In The End I Think Theatre Has Only One Subject: Justice