Only literature could reveal the process of breaking the law - without which the law would have no end - independently of the necessity to create order.

Indeed, the direction of the future is only there in order to elude us.

The chaos of the mind cannot constitute a reply to the providence of the universe. All it can be is an awakening in the night, where all that can be heard is anguished poetry let loose.

When my face is flushed with blood, it becomes red and obscene. It betrays at the same time, through morbid reflexes, a bloody erection and a demanding thirst for indecency and criminal debauchery.

By the care she lavishes on her toilet, by the concern she has for her beauty set off by her adornment, a woman regards herself as an object always trying to attract men's attention.

We did not lack modesty—on the contrary—but something urgently drove us to defy modesty together as immodestly as possible.

You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.