But now, all of a sudden, there appeared before me the absurd, loathsomely spiderish notion of debauchery, which, without love, crudely and shamelessly begins straight off with that which is the crown of true love.

“I was seeking within myself the human being I had so long lost sight of, hoping…”

“La nuit était merveilleuse – une de ces nuits comme notre jeunesse seule en con…”

“Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering...”

“Being in love doesn't mean loving. You may be in love with a woman and yet hate…”