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.

Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.

It all seemed a hollow sham now - that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she'd had enough of that; she wanted to live!

If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.

Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

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

When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.