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

Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

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.

The circumstances of my life are paralyzing.

Not every woman is a prostitute, but prostitution is the natural apotheosis of the feminine attitude.

Obscenity is our name for the uneasiness which upsets the physical state associated with self-possession, with the possession of a recognized and stable individuality.

At man's core there is a voice that wants him never to give in to fear. But if it is true that in general man cannot give in to fear, at the very least he postpones indefinitely the moment when he will have to confront himself with the object of his fear... when he will no longer have the assistance of reason as guaranteed by God, or when he will no longer have the assistance of God such as reason guaranteed. It is necessary to recoil, but it is necessary to leap, and perhaps one only recoils in order to leap better.