The Need To Go Astray, To Be

Inner Experience ... Is Not Easily Accessible And, Viewed From The Outside By Intelligence, It Would Even Be Necessary To See In It A Sum Of Distinct Operations, Some Intellectual, Others Aesthetic, Yet Others Moral. ... It Is Only From Within, Lived To The Point Of Terror, That It Appears To Unify That Which Discursive Thought Must Separate.

How Cruel My Suffering Is,—no One Is More Talkative Than I Am!

The Owl Flies, In The Moonlight, Over A Field Where The Wounded Cry Out. Like The Owl, I Fly In The Night Over My Own Misfortune.

Intellectual Despair Results In Neither Weakness Nor Dreams, But In Violence. It Is Only A Matter Of Knowing How To Give Vent To One's Rage; Whether One Only Wants To Wander Like Madmen Around Prisons, Or Whether One Wants To Overturn Them.

Crime Is A Fact Of The Human Species, A Fact Of That Species Alone, But It Is Above All The Secret Aspect, Impenetrable And Hidden. Crime Hides, And By Far The Most Terrifying Things Are Those Which Elude Us.