I Wanted The Moments Of

It Is Better; Heavier, Crueler. The Mouth You Wear For Hell.

I Will Take It All: Tongs, Molten Lead, Prongs, Garrotes, All That Burns, All That Tears, I Want To Truly Suffer. Better One Hundred Bites, Better The Whip, Vitriol, Than This Suffering In The Head, This Ghost Of Suffering Which Grazes And Caresses And Never Hurts Enough.

I Am Neither Virgin Nor Priest Enough To Play With The Inner Life.

If I Became A Philosopher, If I Have So Keenly Sought This Fame For Which I'm Still Waiting, It's All Been To Seduce Women Basically.

When One Does Nothing, One Believes Oneself Responsible For Everything.