I want to hear raucous music, to see faces, to brush against bodies, to drink fiery Benedictine. Beautiful women and handsome men arouse fierce desires in me. I want to dance. I want drugs. I want to know perverse people, to be intimate with them. I never look at naive faces. I want to bite into life, and to be torn by it.

He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.

Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.

At sixteen, Sabina took moon baths, first of all, because everyone else took sun baths, and second, she admitted, because she had been told it was dangerous.

Hollywood is a mirage factory.

I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.

Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering.