I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.

I think that knowledge enslaves us, that at the base of all knowledge there is a servility, the acceptation of a way of life wherein each moment has meaning only in relation to another or others that will follow it.

The emotional element which gives an obsessive value to communal existence is death.

You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.

The sexual act is in time what the tiger is in space.

It seems impossible, in fact, to judge the eye using any word other than seductive, since nothing is more attractive in the bodies of animals and men. But extreme seductiveness is probably at the boundary of horror.

It is clear that the world is purely parodic, that each thing seen is the parody of another, or is the same thing in a deceptive form.