In essence, the domain of eroticism is the domain of violence, of violation.

Each of us is incomplete compared to someone else -- an animal's incomplete compared to a person... and a person compared to God, who is complete only to be imaginary.

finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love

Respect is really only a devious route taken by violence.

I want to have my throat slashed while violating the girl to whom I will have been able to say: you are the night.

The fact is, that what de Sade was trying to bring to the surface of the conscious mind was precisely the thing that revolted that mind . . . From the very first he set before the consciousness things which it could not tolerate.