“No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman’s voice.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.” — 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
“Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.” — 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
“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
“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
“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
“The birthing wolf, Her heart fed with tenderness, Gave forth from ripe brown nipples, Food to feed the universe.” — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“The poet believed that 'Beauty' first entered the world not at its creation, nor with the first garden, the first sunrise, the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Sexual frenzy is our compensation for the tedious moments we must suffer in the passage of life. 'Nothing in excess,' professed the… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“Not to waste the spring I threw down everything, And ran into the open world To sing what I could sing... To… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I ran across an excerpt today (in English translation) of some dialogue/narration from the modern popular writer, Paulo Coelho in his book:… — 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
“The hour of spring was dark at last, sensuous memories of sunlight past, I stood alone in garden bowers and asked the… — 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
“Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I’ve no regrets.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image