Eroticism Cannot Be Entirely Revealed Without Poetry.

I Don't Want Your Love Unless You Know I Am Repulsive,and Love Me Even As You Know It.

Life Has Always Taken Place In A Tumult Without Apparent Cohesion, But It Only Finds Its Grandeur And Its Reality In Ecstasy And In Ecstatic Love.

Realism Gives Me The Impression Of A Mistake. Violence Alone Escapes The Feeling Of Poverty Of Those Realistic Experiences. Only Death And Desire Have The Force That Oppresses, That Takes One's Breath Away. Only The Extremism Of Desire And Death Enable One To Attain The Truth.

Incredible Nervous State, Trepidation Beyond Words: To Be This Much In Love Is To Be Sick (and I Love To Be Sick).

The Sovereign Being Is Burdened With A Servitude That Crushes Him, And The Condition Of Free Men Is Deliberate Servility.