“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
“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… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Coffee, my delight of the morning; yoga, my delight of the noon. Then before nightfall, I run along the pleasant paths of… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“English: Ô, take this eager dance you fool, don’t brandish your stick at me. I have several reasons to travel on, on… — 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
“Womankind always seems to be able to see a dozen steps into the future, far ahead of what men are able to… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Be there a picnic for the devil, an orgy for the satyr, and a wedding for the bride.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I’d loved women who were old and who were young; those extra kilos and large rumps, and others so thin there was… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I thought of the fifteen years I lived 'sans papiers' in France and how Paris had belonged to me. I was like… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Scent is such a powerful tool of attraction, that if a woman has this tool perfectly tuned, she needs no other. I… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“All that I desire in life are three... A wilderness: A beach on the sun-drenched sea, A puff of opium, And thee.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“You are like a god, like an immortal one,' she whispered to me one night in our bed, her naked body pressed… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The moment her hymen was plucked from her body in the wilderness, Her soul was taken from sanity.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“After joyfully working each morning, I would leave off around midday to challenge myself to a footrace. Speeding along the sunny paths… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“My girl was mad and I loved her. Upon a night, she read my poetry; and kissing me madly she cried, ‘You… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“A writer needs to ingest love to be passionate. Passion is a metabolite of love, and good writing is an active metabolite… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Spanish rain, A maiden’s dress, Apothecary pills And ancient thrills; Melancholy kills A girl’s caress. (—Roman Payne; Valencia, Spain, November 2nd 2012)” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Who is better off? The one who writes to revel in the voluptuousness of the life that surrounds them? Or the one… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“May a man live well-enough and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
All forms of madness, bizarre habits, awkwardness in society, general clumsiness, are justified in the person who creates good art. — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
