How Cruel My Suffering Is,—no One Is

Eroticism Cannot Be Entirely Revealed Without Poetry.

The Need To Go Astray, To Be Destroyed, Is An Extremely Private, Distant, Passionate, Turbulent Truth.

A Man Who Finds Himself Among Others Is Irritated Because He Does Not Know Why He Is Not One Of The Others. In Bed Next To A Girl He Loves, He Forgets That He Does Not Know Why He Is Himself Instead Of The Body He Touches. Without Knowing It, He Suffers From The Mental Darkness That Keeps Him From Screaming That He Himself Is The Girl Who Forgets His Presence While Shuddering In His Arms.

Not Every Woman Is A Prostitute, But Prostitution Is The Natural Apotheosis Of The Feminine Attitude.

Pleasure Only Starts Once The Worm Has Got Into The Fruit; To Become Delightful, Happiness Must Be Tainted With Poison.