Eroticism cannot be entirely revealed without poetry.

Extreme seductiveness is at the boundary of horror

Eroticism is assenting to life even in death.

A man who finds himself among others is irritated because he does not know why he is not one of the others. In bed next to a girl he loves, he forgets that he does not know why he is himself instead of the body he touches. Without knowing it, he suffers from the mental darkness that keeps him from screaming that he himself is the girl who forgets his presence while shuddering in his arms.

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

Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.

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