Morality Is The Weakness Of The Mind.

You Feel On Your Lips A Kiss Fluttering, A Tiny Scrap Of Life.

Once, If I Remember Well, My Life Was A Feast Where All Hearts Opened And All Wines Flowed.

Is It In These Bottomless Nights That You Sleep In Exile?

I Don't Love Women. Love Has To Be Reinvented, We Know That. The Only Thing Women Can Ultimately Imagine Is Security. Once They Get That, Love, Beauty, Everything Else Goes Out The Window. All They Have Left Is Cold Disdain; That's What Marriages Live On Nowadays. Sometimes I See Women Who Ought To Be Happy, With Whom I Could Have Found Companionship, Already Swallowed Up By Brutes With As Much Feeling As An Old Log.

True Alchemy Lies In This Formula: ‘your Memory And Your Senses Are But The Nourishment Of Your Creative Impulse’.