“Your heart like a hawk-mouth in the sun, your heart like a ship on an atoll, your heart like a compass needle driven mad by a little piece of lead, like washing drying in the wind, like a whining of horses, like seed thrown to the birds, like an evening paper one has finished reading! Your heart is a charade that the whole world has guessed.”

“The carnal contact side by side, from heel to armpit, brings shudders that shake up nature like the flights of nocturnal birds.”

“Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.”

“Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.”

“I miss you like the sun misses the flowers, like the sun misses the flowers in the depths of winter, instead of beauty to direct it's light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world which your absence has banished me to.”

“To by held above the earth and be brushed by the wind," she said,"it's like your heart has been kissed by beauty.”

“Sigh like the wind--open your arms, your chest, your heart--and all creatures will hum to you.”