Nothing Is More Necessary Or Stronger In

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

Eroticism Is Assenting To Life Even In Death.

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.

My True Church Is A Whorehouse – The Only One That Gives Me True Satisfaction.

It Seems Impossible, In Fact, To Judge The Eye Using Any Word Other Than Seductive, Since Nothing Is More Attractive In The Bodies Of Animals And Men. But Extreme Seductiveness Is Probably At The Boundary Of Horror.