Love dies because its birth was an error.

Ours is an age which consciously pursues health, and yet only believes in the reality of sickness.

On the level of simple sensation and mood, making love surely resembles an epileptic fit at least as much as, if not more than, it does eating a meal or conversing with someone.

Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration's shove or society's kiss on your forehead.

I think part of the success which Structuralist or post-Structuralist thought in critical theory has had in literary studies in American universities is due to a theoretical vacuum.

Tragedy is a vision of nihilism, a heroic or ennobling vision of nihilism.

taste governs every free - as opposed to rote - human response. Nothing is more decisive. There is taste in people, visual taste, taste in emotion - and there is taste in acts, taste in morality. Intelligence, as well, is really a kind of taste: taste in ideas.