I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
One can hear all that's going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what's going on in this house.
It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.
To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.