I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.
There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start.
The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.
Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.
We revel in the laxness of the path we take.
Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage.