“I have, at present, many emotions that find no outlet. Allow me to deal with them in peace.”

“Dead leaves. The forest fairer for its autumn death, its colour more variant, more resonant, than in life.”

“I was always the one who gave. You took and took and took, though you always told me you loved me. That’s why I stopped loving you. But you never even realized, because you never paid attention to anyone but yourself. I can’t remember a single thing you’ve ever given me, other than exhaustion—and that exhaustion came in perfect doses, just enough so I wouldn’t be completely destroyed, and would stay with you for exactly as long as you needed me. I stopped loving you because I was tired. But since you never paid any attention to me, you never understood how tired I was.”

“I will cut adrift—I will sit on pavements and drink coffee—I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim—this fine October.”

“Here they come, the mongrel ghosts of my heart.”

Serpents change their outward skin and permit their souls to grow and age.

“I want to tear up the earth until I find you,”

“At dusk the setting sun’s something from a fairy tale, playing on the land with lilac-colored light and bursts of brilliant red, or cloaking everything in green and gold.”

“My head was heavy: I was deathly sad.”

“I am alone. I am eating my heart out.”

“Volcano of sweetness, thunder of honeycombs, vast love, vast death, vast fire.”

“It was more than I could deal with, so I erased it from my memory even as it was taking place.”

“I forgive you. However you disgusted me, and I disgusted you. I can’t love you. But I can forgive you.”

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent, starving I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me, I search the liquid sound of your steps all day. I hunger for your sleek laugh, For your hands the color of the wild grain, I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness, The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight Looking for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barren wilderness.”

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”