Anyone who's never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn't know what pleasure is.

I'm homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It's a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.

She was happy, and perfectly in line with the tradition of those women they used to call "ruined," "fallen," feckless, bitches in heat, ravished dolls, sweet sluts, instant princesses, hot numbers, great lays, succulent morsels, everybody's darlings . . .

Solitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state, but rather secret royalty, profound incommunicability yet a more or less obscure knowledge of an invulnerable singularity.

A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.

Anyone who's never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn't know what pleasure is.

It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.