“Stay tender, enchanted,”

“If I am a witch, then so be it, I said. And I took to eating black things–coffee, dark chiles, the bruised part of fruit, the darkest, blackest things to make me hard and strong.”

“She’s only special in secret. And she’s got her own familiar spirits. Something inside of her rises and she knows destruction makes the world burn brighter.”

“I have, as you know, a passion for hands, which are more revealing than faces.”

“I dreamed of a very old olive tree in tears.”

“As for myself, I had a lot to say. But I was silent.”

“Teach me new caresses, gentle ones,”

“How you smile, how your eyes fill with tears—how beautiful your soul is—and your hands.”

“Touch me, and wake me up.”

“Leave me be, like water at rest. Be sweeter than ever with me. Don’t roil my blood with worries; don’t make my breath shiver.”

I’ll wear your scent like an animal                                        carries its young, each gentle fang

“She’s the most beautiful thing in the world to me, the dearest and—the most difficult to understand. The sound of her step enchants me, her changeful eyes dispense happiness—and trouble. She’s like Destiny itself, she never hesitates.”