The Analysis Of Laughter Had Opened To

I Remain In Intolerable Non-knowledge, Which Has No Other Way Out Than Ecstasy Itself.

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.

Sovereignty, Loyalty, And Solitude.

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.

Life Has Always Taken Place In A Tumult Without Apparent Cohesion, But It Only Finds Its Grandeur And Its Reality In Ecstasy And In Ecstatic Love.