
“Je n'aime pas les hommes; j'aime ce qui les dévore.”
Prometheus Illbound
Les ombres errantes
“Je n'aime pas les hommes; j'aime ce qui les dévore.”
Prometheus Illbound
About Catherine de' Medici (1842), Part II: The Ruggieri's Secret
Chronique Du Tueur de Roi - Premiere Journee, T1: Le Nom Du Vent
Regard sur mes contemporains, ed. 1990
To read a novel or see a play was to drink life through a straw — to smoke it through a filter-tip. If we were not afraid of blackening our teeth or riddling our lungs with cancer — if we were a dauntless race of men with strong digestions — we would be able to devour life without the aid of these over-civilized devices.
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The Naked Civil Servant (Fonctionnaire du nu)
Recueils de nouvelles, Le Musée noir, 1924, Mouton noir
Pensée perverse et décervelage, 1992