We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, And lay like fish Under the net of our kisses.

No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need, the attention required to make a vain person like me understand that, being a dog, he was wasting time, but, with those eyes so much purer than mine, he’d keep on gazing at me with a look that reserved for me alone all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing.

A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.

I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.

I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.