She was the temptress who had ensnared the first man, and who still continued her work at damnation; she was the being who is feeble, dangerous, mysteriously troubling. And even more than her body of perdition, he hated her loving soul.

We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.

We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.

Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.

The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.

Killing is decreed by law but nature loves eternal youth. Whatever she does, however unconscious and unfeeling the act, she seems to cry out: 'Quick! Quick! Quick!' And the more she destroys, the more she is renewed.