My true church is a whorehouse – the only one that gives me true satisfaction.
You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.
We have in fact only two certainties in this world - that we are not everything and that we will die.
A judgment about life has no meaning except the truth of the one who speaks last, and the mind is at ease only at the moment when everyone is shouting at once and no one can hear a thing.
Eroticism is the approval of life unto death.
Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).