There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.

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

The pimp has a grin, never a smile.

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.

There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.

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.

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