What We Need Is Hatred. From It

It's A True Image, Born Of A False Spectacle.

Slowly But Surly I Want To Strip Her Of Every Kind Of Happiness As To Make A Saint Of Her.

Love Makes Use Of The Worst Traps. The Least Noble. The Rarest. It Exploits Coincidence.

When We See Life, We Call It Beautiful. When We See Death, We Call It Ugly. But It Is More Beautiful Still To See Oneself Living At Great Speed, Right Up To The Moment Of Death.

The Most Reasonable Man Always Manages, When He Pulls The Trigger, To Become A Dispenser Of Justice.