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

Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is nauseating. They can breathe it.

When the judge calls the criminal's name out he stands up, and they are immediately linked by a strange biology that makes them both opposite and complementary. The one cannot exist without the other. Which is the sun and which is the shadow? It's well known some criminals have been great men.

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.

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

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

Ah those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!