“There is nothing to be found in human eyes, and that is their terrifying and dolorous enigma, their abominable and delusive charm. There is nothing but that which we put there ourselves. That is why honest gazes are only to be found in portraits.The faded and weary eyes of martyrs, expressions tortured by ecstasy, imploring and suffering eyes, some resigned, others desperate... the gazes of saints, mendicants and princesses in exile, with pardoning smiles... the gazes of the possessed, the chosen and the hysterical... and sometimes of little girls, the eyes of Ophelia and Canidia, the eyes of virgins and witches... as you live in the museums, what eternal life, dolorous and intense, shines out of you! Like precious stones enshrined between the painted eyelids of masterpieces, you disturb us across time and across space, receivers of the dream which created you!You have souls, but they are those of the artists who wished you into being, and I am delivered to despair and mortification because I have drunk the draught of poison congealed in the irises of your eyes.The eyes of portraits ought to be plucked out.”
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