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

I enjoyed the innocence of unhappiness and of helplessness; could I blame myself for a sin which attracted me, which flooded me with pleasure precisely to the extent it brought me to despair?

The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.

What does physical eroticism signify if not a violation of the very being of its practitioners? – A violation bordering on death, bordering on murder?

Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love.

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

Thought does not ennoble us and neither does it differentiate humans from other animals.