Lorena Altomonte

“Boredom seeps from the monstrosity of Sade’s work, but it is this very boredom which constitutes its significance. As the Christian Klossowski says, his endless novels are more like prayer books than books of entertainment. The accomplished technique behind them is that of the ‘monk … who sets his soul in prayer before the divine mystery’. One must read them as they were written, with the intention of fathoming a mystery which is no less profound, nor perhaps less ‘divine’, than that of theology.”
― Georges Bataille, Literature and Evil

“Dear David, Are you a Tibetan monk yet? I used to hate you because you didn't love me so much you would give up your whole life for me. I expect this of every man. In retrospect, I realize that I was also selfish: I should have stopped making demands that you not be the closet female-hating sadist you are.”
― Kathy Acker, Great Expectations

“Night again, the insects are loud, the moths are killing themselves on the lamp. Two hours ago I sat on the veranda looking out at the dusk, filled with envy for each living entity—bird, bug, blossom, reptile, tree, and vine—that doesn’t bear the burden of the knowledge of good and evil. The abyss is full of reality, the abyss experiences itself, the abyss is alive”
― Denis Johnson, Tree of Smoke

“What he coveted was the odor of certain human beings: that is, those rare humans who inspire love. These were his victims.”
― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer