“You do not feel like dancing and there are no daffodils,only walls, your bedroom door, and the quiet of the house, tucked asleep in the night's thick cover. You wait for dawn. You wait for yourdreams. You wait in the night, and you hunger.”

“If you spend your life waiting for the sun you'll never enjoy the storm.”

“If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you'll never enjoy the sunshine.”

“How could you let yourself be sidetracked while I was waiting for your breath on my back?”

“You invented me. There is no such earthly being,Such an earthly being there could never be.A doctor cannot cure, a poet cannot comfort—A shadowy apparition haunts you night and day.We met in an unbelievable year,When the world's strength was at an ebb,Everything withered by adversity,And only the graves were fresh. Without streetlights, the Neva's waves were black as pitch,Thick night enclosed me like a wall ...That's when my voice called out to you!Why it did—I still don't understand.And you came to me, as if guided by a starThat tragic autumn, steppingInto that irrevocably ruined house,From whence had flown a flock of burnt verse.”

“I want to eat the melancholy I can feel inside my ribs, beside my heart.I want to eat the sad...”

“Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I'm tired.”