From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you, small, superlative being, you are a miracle, and you blaze
Love is short, but forgetting is long.
The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.