“Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.” — 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
“Although I love elegant parties, dancing and dining and spending the night with a sweet woman in my arms, my life belongs… — 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
“Ah, youth! It was a beautiful night... The moon was out of orbit. The stars were awry. But everything else was exactly… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, wine!, the truth-serum so potent that all those who wish to live happy lives should abstain from drinking it entirely!... except… — 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
“Who worries for dying? If I close my eyes tonight, I will either dream, or not, or my eyes will open and… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares… — 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
“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 believe you can consider yourself a successful prose writer when the number of words you put on a page each day… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“If a writer writes something that he or she has never experienced, I think the reader can sense right away that it… — 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
“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
“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
“This was the first time I thought of S— that day. Her music was beautiful, her voice was beautiful, her body was… — 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
“When I was younger, I would cling to life because life was at the top of the turning wheel. But like the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly,… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“What is a Wanderess? Bound by no boundaries, contained by no countries, tamed by no time, she is the force of nature’s… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Wanderess, Wanderess, weave us a story of seduction and ruse. Heroic be the Wanderess, the world be her muse.” — 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
“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“When no possessions keep us, when no countries contain us, and no time detains us, man becomes a heroic wanderer, and woman,… — 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
“Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues… — 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
“The birthing wolf, Her heart fed with tenderness, Gave forth from ripe brown nipples, Food to feed the universe.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Life is Not a perpetual climb towards Greatness. For our family, ourselves, and friends, It is but sad Decay, so, Let every… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Wherever you go in the next catastrophé Be it sickroom, or prison, or cemet’ry Do not fear that your stay will be… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I was an adventurer, but she was not an adventuress. She was a 'wanderess.' Thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know then that young girls were a sort of poison, infectious to the man of age; and that men 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
![“I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her bare feet [...] All this and the pungent air! Ô this night, sweet pungent…” quote by Roman Payne](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/4bd/roman-payne-1959_barcelona_i-likened-her-to-the-slender-psych-and-j_2753140.jpg)
