neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth -- that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new graves -- that's youth and that's love. neither sleep nor waking neither joy nor laughter just tears in the night -- so the rope, paper, knife.

Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.

There is no power greater than true affection.

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.

There are some people who would never have fallen in love if they had not heard there was such a thing.

No sacrifice which a lover would make for his beloved is too great for us to make for our enemy.