If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.

She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.

Art for me...is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.

If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.

Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.

Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.

It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.