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As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.
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Your crystal? That’s silly. Whom do you think you are fooling? Come on, everyone knows that I threw the baby out of the window. The crystal is shattered on earth, and I do not care. I am no longer anything but a skin, and my skin does not belong to you.
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I will take it all: tongs, molten lead, prongs, garrotes, all that burns, all that tears, I want to truly suffer. Better one hundred bites, better the whip, vitriol, than this suffering in the head, this ghost of suffering which grazes and caresses and never hurts enough.
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the martyr’s reflex
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We were too light, Electra. Now our feet press down in the earth like the wheels of a cart in its groove. Come with me, and we will walk heavily, bending under the weight of our heavy load.
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It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.
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such mad confidence within despair.
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But when they have realized that it society rejects them forever, they themselves assume the ostracism of which they are victims so as not to leave the initiative to their oppressors
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I can be twenty women, one hundred, if that’s what you want, all women. Ride with me behind you, I weigh nothing, your horse will not feel me. I want to be your whorehouse!
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esse est percipi, and he recognizes himself as being only insofar as he is perceived.
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Quand les riches se font la guerre, ce sont les pauvres qui meurent.
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It is for the sake of order that I seduced Clytemnestra, for the sake of order that I killed my king. I wanted for order to rule and that it rule through me. I have lived without desire, without love, without hope: I made order. Oh! terrible and divine passion!
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A man who is free is like a mangy sheep in a herd. He will contaminate my entire kingdom and ruin my work.
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Alors, c’est ça l’enfer. Je n'aurais jamais cru... vous vous rappelez: le soufre, le bûcher, le gril... ah! Quelle plaisanterie. Pas besoin de gril, l'enfer, c'est les autres.
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It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.
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Generosity is nothing else than a craze to possess. All which I abandon, all which I give, I enjoy in a higher manner through the fact that I give it away.... To give is to enjoy possessively the object which one gives.
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In any case, if you ever leave me with a handsome man, do not tell me that you trust me because, let me warn you: that is not what will prevent me from deceiving you, if I want to. On the contrary.
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How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?
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One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one’s death, one dies one’s life.
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Yes, I am so free. And what a superb absence is my soul.
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The past is the luxury of proprietors.
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…the prisoner’s dreams is the guard’s spirituality
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Admit it, it is your youth that you regret, more even than your crime; it is my youth you hate, even more than my innocence.
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Since he is unable to be the beloved, he will become the lover.