“I’ve seen knives pierce the chest, Children dying in the road Crawling things hooked and baited, Rapists bound and then castrated, Villains… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“When she was a child, my love carried a road-map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Without knowing why or how, I found myself in love with this strange Wanderess. Maybe I was just in love with the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Cities were always like people, showing their varying personalities to the traveler. Depending on the city and on the traveler, there might… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“We rode the basement trains all night, speeding through the subterrains. I held her chin in the cup of my hand and… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“She is my morning, she is my evening; we have a love that blooms over and again, more beautifully each time than… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture,… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“We made love outdoors—without a roof, I like most, without stove, my favorite place, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“A glorious death would be in my final breath to take before I die, to hear one final time on my belovèd's… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, it’s how many things we have to quit all at once:… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I’ve seen daggers pierce the chest, Children dying in the road, Crawling things hooked and baited, Rapists bound and then castrated, Villains… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion, let me relive my Love’s memory, to remember her body, so brave and so free, and… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The comedy in our lives was those first few weeks we lived together in Paris: Our bodies desired one another, our souls… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“When she was a child, my love carried a road-map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs. She always knew… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Favoring 'resolution' the way we do, it is hard for us men to write great love stories. Why?, because we want to… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The season was waning fast Our nights were growing cold at last I took her to bed with silk and song, 'Lay… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“She is my morning, she is my evening; we have a love that blooms over and again, more beautifully each time than the last.… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman’s voice.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“As I look back on my life, I think of how few rules should be followed. As for men, they must learn bravery and… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The green-eyed angel came in less than a half hour and fell docile as a lamb into my arms. We kissed and caressed, I… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“When a Wanderess has been caged, Or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, and lives most heroic, When she smiles… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Champagne arrived in flûtes on trays, and we emptied them with gladness in our hearts... for when feasts are laid and classical music is… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, we take to smoke divine… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“We were hooked when we woke. We had arms for each other. But I yearned to resume My dreams of another.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“We made love outdoors Without a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I was angry at myself for my inclination to vice. I longed for the day when a state of frenzy would lead my mind… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
