I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty - a sunken beauty..

When I beheld you, suddenly - for perhaps a second - I had the strength to reject everything that wasn't you and to laugh at the illusion. But my sho….

I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger..

...beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments..

Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into….

...the characters in my books all resemble each other. They live, with minor variations, the same moments, the same perils, and when I speak of them,….

She was happy, and perfectly in line with the tradition of those women they used to call "ruined," "fallen," feckless, bitches in heat, ravished doll….

The fame of heroes owes little to the extent of their conquests and all to the success of the tributes paid to them..

Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is nausea….

The force of what was called Panther rhetoric or word mongering resided not in elegant discourse but in strength of affirmation (or denial), in anger….

I don't want to disappear..

We know that their adventures are childish. They themselves are fools. They are ready to kill or be killed over a card-game in which an opponent - or….

Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence..

Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues..

Prisons! Prisons! Prisons, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible since they are the crossroads of all the malediction in the world. One c….

By stretching language we'll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide..

Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are….

Creation is not a light-hearted game. The creator commits to a terrible adventure, which is to take up-on himself all of the dangers that his creatur….

I'm homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It's a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green..

The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable..

Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her..