I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty-a sunken beauty.

I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty - a sunken beauty.

The pimp has a grin, never a smile.

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.

A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.