Kev Lambert

“The twenty-year-olds sob, lament the only death that could have sealed off their youth, that of the magnificent lover they invented all together, whom they invoked through their prayers and incantations on nights when species vanished, whom they brought to life through witchcraft set down in ink composed of tears, blood, sperm, great symbols traced on hardwood or warmed ceramic, this lovely villain who would have spirited them away far from their beggar fathers, who would have made them princes in golden palaces, so go the thoughts of those who are so inspired; while the others tell themselves simply that he would have made it possible for them to live. A choir, to assuage absence and impotence. Listen to the vibrant song of new sorrows. They are of a race that sings under torture; they have no understanding of laws; they have no moral sense, they are brutes; do not be mistaken.”
― Kevin Lambert, Querelle de Roberval

“The faggots have taken over television and the government, and now we have to hire armless sweepers, imbeciles on hockey teams, deaf people to answer the telephone, foreigners to teach us French, and at night, when you turn on the news, it’s the fatties telling us how to eat healthy!”
― Kevin Lambert, Querelle of Roberval