Crime is a fact of the human species, a fact of that species alone, but it is above all the secret aspect, impenetrable and hidden. Crime hides, and by far the most terrifying things are those which elude us.

The sacred demands the violation of what is normally the object of terrified respect.

I don't want your love unless you know i am repulsive,and love me even as you know it.

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

We want to decipher skies and paintings, go behind these starry backgrounds or these painted canvases and, like kids trying to find a gap in a fence, try to look through the cracks in the world.

The truth is paradoxical to the extent of being exactly contrary to the usual perception.

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.