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
Ah those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!
What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
Violence is a calm that disturbs you.