Naturally, Love's The Most Distant Possibility.

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.

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.

Existence As Entirety Remains Beyond Any One Meaning And It Is The Conscious Presence Of Humanness In The World Inasmuch As This Is Nonmeaning, Having Nothing To Do Other Than Be What It Is, No Longer Able To Go Beyond Itself Or Give Itself Some Kind Of Meaning Through Action.

I Believe That Truth Has Only One Face: That Of A Violent Contradiction.

Eroticism Cannot Be Entirely Revealed Without Poetry.