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

One can hear all that's going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what's going on in this house.

I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.

Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.

Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.

They spent their time doing nothing... they let intimacy fuse them.

Violence is a calm that disturbs you.