The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.

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.

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

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.

Eroticism is assenting to life even in death.

What does physical eroticism signify if not a violation of the very being of its practitioners? – A violation bordering on death, bordering on murder?

Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit; to become delightful, happiness must be tainted with poison.