There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.

In reviewing my life, in tracing its course, I fill my cell with the pleasure of being what for want of a trifle I failed to be, recapturing, so that I may hurl myself into them as into dark pits, those moments when I strayed through the trap-ridden compartments of a subterranean sky

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

At the climax, you were lit up with a quiet ecstasy, which enveloped your blessed body in a supernatural nimbus, like a cloak that you pierced with your head and feet.

Men endowed with a wild imagination should have, in addition, the great poetic faculty of denying our universe and its values so that they may act upon it with sovereign ease.

Every premeditated murder is always governed by a preparatory ceremonial and is always followed by a propitiatory ceremonial. The meaning of both eludes the murderers mind.

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

Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?