“I am son of man and woman, so they tell me. That astounds me . . . I thought myself more!” — Comte de Lautréamont Copy Share Image
“After some hours, the dogs, exhausted by running round, almost dead, their tongues hanging out, set upon one another and, not knowing what they are doing, tear one another into thousands of pieces with incredible rapidity. Yet they do not do this out of cruelty. One day, a glazed look in her eyes, my mother said to me: ‘When you… — Comte de Lautréamont Copy Share
“He dreams he is happy; that his corporeal nature has changed; or at least that he has flown off upon a purple cloud of another sphere peopled by beings of the same kind as himself. Alas! May his illusion last till dawn’s awakening! He dreams the flowers dance round him in a ring like immense demented garlands, and impregnate him… — Comte de Lautréamont Copy Share
“Oh incomprehensible pederasts, I shall not heap insults upon your great degradation; I shall not be the one to pour scorn on your infundibuliform… — Comte de Lautréamont Copy Share Image
“— What were you thinking about, child? — I was thinking of heaven. — It’s unnecessary for you to think of heaven: there’s already enough to consider about earth. Are you tired of living, you who have barely been born? — No, but everyone prefers heaven to earth. — Well, not I. For since heaven, as well as earth, has… — Comte de Lautréamont Copy Share
“I do not accept evil. Man is perfect. The soul does not fall. Progress exists. . . . Up till now, misfortune has been… — Comte de Lautréamont Copy Share Image
“…the association of two, or more, apparently alien elements on a plane alien to both is the most potent ignition of poetry.” — Comte de Lautréamont Copy Share Image
“I find myself nursing keen regret at probably not being able to live long enough to explain properly to you what I do not myself pretend to know. But since it has been proved that by an extraordinary chance I have not yet lost my life since that far-off time when, filled with terror, I began the preceding sentence, I… — Comte de Lautréamont Copy Share
“One should let one’s fingernails grow for a fortnight. Oh! how sweet to snatch brutally from his bed a boy who has as yet nothing upon his upper lip, and, with eyes open wide, to feign to stroke his forehead softly, brushing back his beautiful locks! And all of a sudden, just when he least expects it, to sink your… — Comte de Lautréamont Copy Share
“Oh if only instead of being a hell, the universe had been an immense anus!” — Comte de Lautréamont Copy Share Image
“I shall set down in a few lines how uptight Maldoror was during his early years, when he lived happy. There: done. He later… — Comte de Lautréamont Copy Share Image
“Old ocean, the different species of fish that you nurture have not sworn brotherhood among themselves. Each species lives apart, on its own. The… — Comte de Lautréamont Copy Share Image
