Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
Anyone who's never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn't know what pleasure is.
What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn't see Negroes hanging from its branches.
The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.