Everything is dead while it lives.

I was in love with everything- I wanted to look with love at the angry people so that their eyes would be forced to respond; and I wanted to bring gifts to the envious and tell them that I am worthless.

Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside.

I shall go so far that people will be seized with terror at the sight of each of my works of 'living' art.

No erotic work of art is filth if it is artistically significant; it is only turned into filth through the beholder if he is filthy.

All beautiful and noble qualities have been united in me... I shall be the fruit which will leave eternal vitality behind even after its decay. How great must be your joy, therefore, to have given birth to me.

To restrict the artist is a crime. It is to murder germinating life