“Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies?”

“In the night, I wish to speak with the angel to find out if she recognizes my eyes, if she will ask me: do you see Eden? And I’ll reply: Eden burns.”

“Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading.”

“How can I keep my soul in me, so thatit doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raiseit high enough, past you, to other things?I would like to shelter it, among remotelost objects, in some dark and silent placethat doesn’t resonate when your depths resound.Yet everything that touches us, me and you,takes us together like a violin’s bow,which draws one voice out of two separate strings.Upon what instrument are we two spanned?And what musician holds us in his hand?Oh sweetest song.- Love Song”

“There are a large number of people in the room, but one is unaware of them. They are in the books. At times they move among the pages, like sleepers turning over between two dreams. Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading.”

“Suddenly I'm as if cast out,and this solitude surrounds meas something vast and unbounded,when my feeling, standing on the hillsof my breasts, cries out for wingsor for an end.”

“MUSIC: Take me by the hand;it's so easy for you, Angel,for you are the roadeven while being immobile.You see, I'm scared no onehere will look for me again;I couldn't make use ofwhatever was given,so they abandoned me.At first the solitudecharmed me like a prelude,but so much music wounded me.”