Sovereignty, Loyalty, And Solitude.

The Emotional Element Which Gives An Obsessive Value To Communal Existence Is Death.

We Reach Ecstasy By A Contestation Of Knowledge. Were I To Stop At Ecstasy And Grasp It, In The End I Would Define It.

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

Incredible Nervous State, Trepidation Beyond Words: To Be This Much In Love Is To Be Sick (and I Love To Be Sick).

Eroticism Is The Approval Of Life Unto Death.