The pimp has a grin, never a smile.

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

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.

When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.

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.

Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?

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.