I think of life as an inn where I have to stay until the abyss coach arrives. I don't know where it will take me, for I know nothing.

I belong to a generation - assuming that this generation includes others besides me - that lost its faith in the gods of the old religions as well as in the gods of modern nonreligions. I reject Jehova as I reject humanity.

The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own

I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me.

Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

And as well as I dream, I reason if I want, for that's just another kind of dream.

I enjoy wording. Words for me are tangible bodies, visible sirens, incarnate sensualities.