马拉：I read in your books, de Sade, in one of your immortal works, that the animating force of nature is destruction, and that our only instrument for measuring life is death.
萨德侯爵：But man has given a false importance to death… Nature would watch unmoved if we destroy the entire human race… Man is a destroyer. But if he kills and takes no pleasure in it, he is a machine. He should destroy with a passion, like a man.
马拉：Against nature’s silence, I use action. In the vast indifference, I invent a meaning. I don’t watch unmoved. I intervene. And I say that this and this are wrong. And I work to alter them and to improve them, because the important things to pull yourself up by your own hair, to turn yourself inside out and see the whole world with fresh eyes.
萨德侯爵：Before deciding what is right and what is wrong, first we must find out what we are. I do not know myself. No sooner have I discovered something than I begin to doubt it. And have to destroy it again. What we do is but a shadow of what we want to do, and the only truths we can point to are the ever-changing truths of our own experience. I don’t know if I’m hangman or victim, for I imagine the most horrible tortures, and as I describe them, I suffer them myself. There’s nothing I could not do, and everything fills me with horror. And I see that other people, too, turn themselves into strangers and are capable of unpredictable acts. A little time ago, I saw my tailor—a gentle, cultured man who liked to talk philosophy. I saw him foam at the mouth and, screaming with rage, attack a man from Switzerland—a large man, heavily armed—and destroy him utterly. And then I saw him tear open the breast of the defeated man, take out the still-beating heart, and swallow it.
马拉：We invented the revolution, but we didn’t know how to run it.
马拉：Don’t think you can beat them without using force. Don’t be deceived. When our revolution has been finally stamped out and they tell you things are better now. Even if there’s no poverty to be seen because the poverty’s been hidden, even if you got more wages and could afford to buy more of these new and useless goods, and even if it seemed to you that you never had so much, that is only the slogan of those who have that much more than you. Don’t be taken in. And they pat you paternally on the shoulder and tell you there’s no more inequality worth speaking of, and no more reason for fighting. If you believe them, they will be completely in charge in their shining homes and granite banks, from which they rob the people of the world under the pretense of bringing them freedom. Watch out, for as soon as it pleases them, they will send you out to protect their wealth in war. Whose weapons rapidly developed by servile scientists will become more and more deadly until they can, with the flick of a finger, tear a million of you to pieces.
雅克·鲁：Woe to the man who is different, who tries to break down all the barriers. Woe to the man who tries to stretch the imagination of man. He shall be mocked. He shall be scourged. By the blinkered guardians of morality. You wanted enlightenment and warmth, and so you studied light and heat. You wondered how forces could be controlled, so you studied electricity. You wanted to know what man is for, so you asked yourself, what is the soul—this dump for hollow ideals and mangled morals? And you decided that the soul is in the brain and that it can learn to think. For you, the soul is a practical thing, a tool for ruling and mastering life. And you came on day to the revolution because you saw the most important vision—that our circumstances must be changed fundamentally. And without these changes, everything we try to do must fail.
科黛：Look at this city. Its prisons are crowded with our friends. I was with them just now in my sleep. They stand huddled together, and hear through the windows, the guards talking about executions! Hmm! They talk of people now as gardeners talk of leaves for burning. Their names are crossed off at the top of a list. And as the list grows shorter, more names are added to the bottom. I stood with them, and we waited for our own names to be called! What kind of town is this? What sort of streets are these? Who invented this? Who profits by it? I saw peddlers at every corner. They’re selling little guillotines with tiny sharp blades. And dolls filled with red liquid which spurts from the neck when the sentence is carried out. What kind of children are these who can play with this toy so efficiently? And who is judging? Who is judging?
萨德侯爵：But what’s the point of a revolution without general copulation? Marat, I lay in the Bastille for 13 long years, and learned that this is a world of bodies, each body pulsing with its own terrible power. Each body alone and wracked with its own unrest. In that loneliness, marooned in a stone sea, I heard lips whispering continually and felt all the time, in the palms of my hands and in my skin, the need for contact. Shut behind 13 bolted doors, my feet fettered, I dreamed only of the orifices of the body, put there so that one may hook and twine oneself in them. Continually, I dreamed of this confrontation. And it was a dream of the most savage, jealous, and cruelest imagining. Marat, these cells of the inner self are worse than the deepest stone dungeon. And as long as they are locked, all your revolution is but a prison mutiny to be put down by corrupted fellow prisoners.
修道院长：Pray! Oh pray to him! Our Satan, who art in Hell, hallowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come on earth as it is in hell. Forgive us our good deeds and deliver us from holiness. Lead us! Lead us into temptation. Over and over. Amen.