"We are not permitted to linger, even with what is / most intimate," (p. 141).

"...that strange and distant city, Time," (p. 3).

"O wandering spirit, most wandering of all!," (p. 141).

"Only don't ask the women anything when you see them feeding the birds," (p. 99).

"With all the subtle pains of Fragonard / no more of their red and white could be expressed / than someone would convey about his mistress," (p. 67).

"...and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) / your life, with its immensity and fear," (p. 13).

"That was the deep uncanny mine of souls. / ... / Down this path they were coming / His senses felt as though they were split in two:" (p. 49)

"You drove it on, you pushed it forward, you dragged it / up to the hearth, as one would drag a terrified / animal to the sacrificial altar;" (p. 81)

"When it was done, you wished to be rewarded, like children when they have swallowed...