Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art -- or almost the only stuff.

Anatomy presupposes a corpse; psychology presupposes a world of corpses.

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent.

Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.

It's not art for art's sake, it's art for my sake.

Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.

They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.