“The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.”

“Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization.”

“But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.”

“I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads”

“At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the white sheet at five in the afternoon. A frail of lime ready prepared at five in the afternoon. The rest was death, ...”

“…And my heart openedlike a flower under sky,its petals of desire,its stamens of dreams…”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”