I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty - a sunken beauty.

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.

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

Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.

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

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

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.