“I hide my distress, just likethe blessed birds hide themselveswhen they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and yourindifference to my sadness, my loved-one!”
“Is that what the wine is for? To help you think?""Oh, the wine. The wine, Costis, is to help hide the truth. It doesn't work. It never has, but I try it every once in a while just in case something in the nature of the wine might have changed.”
“But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.”
“I saw myself as a knight-errant...but the damsel in distress stabbed me in the back, my sword shattered on the dragon's hide, and my grail turned out to be the bottom of a whiskey bottle.”
“My melancholy wants to rest in the hiding places and abysses of perfection: that is why I need music.”
“My old love, my newUnlike wine, it's not betterFresh blood is so sweet”