I want a trouble-maker for a lover, Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.

Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.

You think because you understand 'one' you must also understand 'two', because one and one make two. But you must also understand 'and'.

Your real "country" is where you're heading, not where you are.

What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul?

For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.