“The eyes of this dead lady speak to meFor here was love, was not to be drowned out.And here desire, not to be kissed away.The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.”
“I began with the desire to speak with the dead.”
“I dreamt my lady came and found me dead. . . . . . . . . . . .And breathed such life with kisses in my lipsThat I revived and was an emperor.”
“The tearoom lady called me love. All the shop ladies called me love and most of the men called me mate. I hadn't been here twelve hours and already they loved me.”
“Out here, it's better safe than sorry, because generally speaking, too much of the time sorry means you're dead.”
“The rule is, don't speak of the dead, not don't speak ill of the dead's terrible relatives.”