All men are liars, certainly. I just let them sit in that chair and lie till they get tired of lying. Then they begin to tell the truth.

“To find one person inexhaustible is simply the definition of love,”

“I relish solitude. Solitude, if anything, is my only conviction.”

“I promised you us in the blue, in the foliage, on green grass, head to head, cool cherries on each cheek, and tranquility that smells lazily of hay.”

“To your mad world—one answer: I refuse.”

I ako negde postoji neko ko se oseća dovoljno ludim da poželi da bude pisac, reći ću: samo napred, pljuni u oko suncu, udri po tim tipkama, to je najbolje moguće ludilo, stolećima je potrebna pomoć, ljudski rod vapi za svetlošću, hazardom i smehom. Daj im to. Ima dovoljno reči za sve nas.

“They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.”

To stand on my own two feet again, to fight alone, to take myself back, to depend on no one.

My restlessness, which was vague and lyrical, has become sharp-pointed and intolerably clear.

Surely spring has been returned to me, this time not as a lover but a messenger of death, yet it is still spring, it is still meant tenderly.

Time wasted is poison.

…cure the soul of its greed for love…

I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures to the end and far past the end. If this is my end, I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

I like you; your eyes are full of language.

What is to endure long grows slowly.