I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.

The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.

Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel.

A great wind swept over the ghetto, carrying away shame, invisibility and four centuries of humiliation. But when the wind dropped people saw it had been only a little breeze, friendly, almost gentle.

Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.

I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.

Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.