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.

Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.

If we behave like those on the other side, then we are the other side. Instead of changing the world, all we'll achieve is a reflection of the one we want to destroy.

In reviewing my life, in tracing its course, I fill my cell with the pleasure of being what for want of a trifle I failed to be, recapturing, so that I may hurl myself into them as into dark pits, those moments when I strayed through the trap-ridden compartments of a subterranean sky

on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.

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

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