Sex Should Be A Perfect Balance Of

My Passions, Concentrated On A Single Point, Resemble The Rays Of A Sun Assembled By A Magnifying Glass: They Immediately Set Fire To Whatever Object They Find In Their Way.

Destruction, Hence, Like Creation, Is One Of Nature's Mandates.

Imperious, Choleric, Irascible, Extreme In Everything, With A Dissolute Imagination The Like Of Which Has Never Been Seen, Atheistic To The Point Of Fanaticism, There You Have Me In A Nutshell, And Kill Me Again Or Take Me As I Am, For I Shall Not Change.

She Had Already Allowed Her Delectable Lover To Pluck That Flower Which, So Different From The Rose To Which It Is Nevertheless Sometimes Compared, Has Not The Same Faculty Of Being Reborn Each Spring.

Conspiracy! Intrigue! A Rapidly Thickening Plot! Add Some Bestiality And A Lecherous Priest And I'd Say You Have The Beginnings Of A Beautiful Novel.