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 . . .

The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man... not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.

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

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

Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?

Men endowed with a wild imagination should have, in addition, the great poetic faculty of denying our universe and its values so that they may act upon it with sovereign ease.

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.