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.

We know that their adventures are childish. They themselves are fools. They are ready to kill or be killed over a card-game in which an opponent - or they themselves - was cheating. Yet, thanks to such fellows, tragedies are possible.

...beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.

It's a true image, born of a false spectacle.

Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.

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

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.