The one-eyed man will be King in the country of the blind only if he arrives there in full possession of his partial faculties -- that is, providing he is perfectly aware of the precise nature of sigh...
Nothing exercises such power over the imagination as the nature of sexual relationships, and the pornographer has it in his power to become a terrorist of the imagination, a sexual guerilla whose purp...
It doesn't matter if what happens next spoils everything; the anticipation itself is always pure.
I watched with the furious cynicism peculiar to women whom circumstances force mutely to witness folly
I am the lady of the castle. My name is exile. My name is anguish. My name is longing. Far from the world on the windy crests of the mountain, I am kept in absolute seclusion, my time passes in an end...
His skin covers me entirely; we are like two halves of a seed, enclosed in the same integument. I should like to grow enormously small, so that you could swallow me, like those queens in fairy tales w...
A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny's house but this light admits no ambiguities and, here, she will be trapped in her own illusion because everything in...
[...] he had examined the world by the light of the intellect alone and had seen a totally different construction from that which the senses see by the light of reason.
The waxen fingers of the Countess, fingers of a holy image, turn up the card called L'Amoureux. Never, never before… never before has the Countess cast herself a fate involving L'Amoureux. She shakes,...
The touch of her hand filled me with a wild loneliness.
The lilies i always associate with him; that are white. And stain you.
The enchantment of that bright, sad, pretty place enveloped her and she found that, against all her expectations, she was happy there.
The earth turned on the pivot of her mouth.
She was no malleable, since frigid, substance upon which desires might be executed; she was not a true prostitute for she was the object on which men prostituted themselves.
She walked in technicolor.
One of Sade's singularities is that he offers an absolutely sexualised view of the world, a sexualisation that permeates everything, much as his atheism does and, since he is not a religious man but a...
Now all shun the village below the chateau in which the beautiful queen of the vampires helplessly perpetuates her ancestral crimes.
Love is the synthesis of dream and actuality; love is the only matrix of the unprecedented; love is the tree which buds lovers like roses.
I was a young girl, a virgin, and therefore men denied me rationality just as they denied it to all those who were not exactly like themselves, in all their unreason.
His tobacco had a richly herbal smell, as though it was good for you.