“The beauty of the twentieth century is the charm of the hospital, the grace of the cemetery, of consumption and emaciation. I admit that I have submitted to it all; worse, I have loved with all my heart.”
Jean Lorrain“But this is till the same girl who once lived in the steppes, wild and indomitable. Even when she ceased to play in the falling snow, the snow continued to fall within her soul. She never sough lovers among the wealthy men and the crown princes who prostrated themselves before her; her heart, like her voice, remained faultless. The reputation, temperament and talent of the woman partook of exactly the same crystalline transparency and icy clarity. ("The Glass Of Blood")”
Jean Lorrain“A strange girl, all phosphorous and cantharides, burning with every desire! And burning with every vice!”
Jean Lorrain“Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like a mournful wreck ruined by lust, in the midst of her own banal, perfidious pollution.”
Jean Lorrain“But that woman is an encyclopedia!Of all vices, ancient and modern, and terribly interesting to leaf through!”
Jean Lorrain“It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror.”
Jean Lorrain“You see, the strangeness of my case is that now I no longer fear the invisible, I’m terrified by reality.”
Jean Lorrain“Art makes murder into the supreme image of Beauty and in doing so sets free the vengeful God. (referring to Jean Lorrain's LE VICE ERRANT)”
Jennifer Birkett“To dream! Such dreams certainly make life more worth living... and only dreams can do that for me.”
Jean Lorrain, Monsieur De Phocas