What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.

Beauty has no other origin than the singular wound, different in every case, hidden or visible, which each man bears within himself, which he preserves, and into which he withdraws when he would quit the world for a temporary but authentic solitude

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

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

To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.

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