And there are loners in rural communities who, at the equinox, are said to don new garments and stroll down to the cities, where great beasts await them, fat and docile.

We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.

It sometimes happens that pleasure blows anywhere it damn well chooses.

The carnal contact side by side, from heel to armpit, brings shudders that shake up nature like the flights of nocturnal birds.

Photography intervenes in a very strange way. It makes the streets, gates, squares of the city into illustrations of a trashy novel, draws off the banal obviousness of this ancient architecture to inject it with the most pristine intensity.

That you are not already golden word in our streets Already memories Your love fades Already Whether you are no longer to have perished.

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.