Look at the sun! It’s dry, it’s dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I’ll give it blood!

I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.

With a kiss let us set out for an unknown world.

Nothing is a sin when you obey the orders of a priest

Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives

I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them

Memory is what makes us young or old.