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.

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.

It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.

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

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

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