“The beauty of the twentieth century is the charm of the hospital, the grace of the cemetery, of consumption and emaciation. I… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“There were charming ones as well as terrible ones, that I must admit. The painter was particularly entranced by Japanese masks: warriors',… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“The Marquis de V... - whose falsetto voice and little watery eyes I have always detested - was saying to me with… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“March 1898 What a strange dream I had last night! I wandered in the warm streets of a port, in the low… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“This Sarah Perez had the most beautiful eyes in the world, those green eyes spangled with gold that you love so much:… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“It is a sort of quasi-monastic diabolical vision. In a landscape populated with larvae - flowing and undulating larvae called forth like… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“Freneuse is an oddball, an idler, without any aim in life! If you ask me, he has smoked too much opium in… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“There is nothing to be found in human eyes, and that is their terrifying and dolorous enigma, their abominable and delusive charm.… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“Against a set of desolate scenery, amid spectral crags and livid mountains of ash, beneath the funereal daylight of slopes illuminated in… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“The other evening, in that cafe-cabaret in the Rue de la Fontaine, where I had run aground with Tramsel and Jocard, who… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“In the course of my life I have had pre-pubescent ballerinas; emaciated duchesses, dolorous and forever tired, melomaniac and morphine-sodden; bankers' wives… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“8 April 1891 The obscenity of nostrils and mouths; the ignominious cupidity of smiles and women encountered in the street; the shifty… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“Masks! I see them everywhere. That dreadful vision of the other night - the deserted town with its masked corpses in every… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“Then Chameroy spoke. 'You always put the blame on opium, but as I see it the case of Freneuse is much more… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“Look, de Mazel, you've known him for years - hasn't he been known to sleep for forty hours in two days?' 'Forty… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“Astarte has come again, more powerful than before. She possesses me. She lies in wait for me. December 97 My cruelty has… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“But that woman is an encyclopedia! Of all vices, ancient and modern, and terribly interesting to leaf through! ” — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“...the presence of others has become even more intolerable to me, their conversation most of all. Oh, how it all annoys and exasperates me:… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“The beauty of the twentieth century is the charm of the hospital, the grace of the cemetery, of consumption and emaciation. I admit that… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“His fame as an artist requires very tender care. Look what a mask of diplomacy is painstakingly formed by the whole of that fine… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“A strange girl, all phosphorous and cantharides, burning with every desire! And burning with every vice!” — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“There were charming ones as well as terrible ones, that I must admit. The painter was particularly entranced by Japanese masks: warriors', actors' and… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“At this point, the sequence of my memories is disrupted. I sank into a chaos of brief, incoherent and bizarre hallucinations, in which the… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“The ring which you are holding, my friend, is identical to that one. I had it cut according to the model of the king's… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
The fancies that take their monstrous birth from the spinelessness and boredom of usurped wealth bring in their wake every defect ... and though… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“The Marquis de V... - whose falsetto voice and little watery eyes I have always detested - was saying to me with a wicked… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
