Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.

Nothing is more necessary or stronger in us than rebellion.

Eroticism, it may be said, is assenting to life up to the point of death

You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.

It seems impossible, in fact, to judge the eye using any word other than seductive, since nothing is more attractive in the bodies of animals and men. But extreme seductiveness is probably at the boundary of horror.

The power of death signifies that this real world can only have a neutral image of life, that life's intimacy does not reveal it's dazzling consumption until the moment it gives out.

But a sort of rupture-in anguish-leaves us at the limit of tears: in such a case we lose ourselves, we forget ourselves and communicate with an elusive beyond.