To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.
All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.