1. : Burning from within, turned dark as coal, and still you had the nerve to say…my skin is dirty!
2. : Will you take love, or poison? : A flimsy slip of white paper and the whistle of a pen.
3. : The thorns of a flower are more beautiful than the flower itself, did you know? : Ha ha! Your eyes are playing tricks on you these days! : A poet's eye—no counterfeit beauty can fool it.
4. : By my own solitude, I swear I will never leave you alone.
5. : In your eyes mingles the effort to look and the urge to flee. Why such pretense? And worse still—with yourself?
6. : What I never had—it seems that one thing alone would have healed me.
7. : What worth have those precious hours of yours, which could not value me?
8. : I envy those who can blow away their sorrow in cigarette smoke. Why couldn't I have sorrows so small, so slight?
9. : Man lives in delusion and goes on living.
10. : Must you frighten even one who lives only through torment with the fear of being loved?
11. : Some unwieldy truths I have clothed in tattered lies and brought them here. Come, have a look.
12. : I stayed on, thinking of you as home, and so my final address is beneath a tree.
13. : Tell me, how did everything in the world change overnight? . . . Even you!
14. : Before the earth devours my whole body, let it eat my eyes first; I never want to see you again.
15. : When I woke from the dream, I understood—you were beautiful only in sleep.
16. : The grief you gave me, which you thought would drown me—that very grief sustains my life.
17. : I sold myself trying to buy you, and you—you went and sold yourself to desire!
18. : That sky, which once belonged to us two—today it belongs to a third.
19. : People drink even the wine that brings no intoxication! People love even those they cannot bring themselves to despise!
20. : I've been punished all this time without committing any wrong, so today I feel—I might as well break loose and do real harm.
21. : Before you change the relationship, change yourself first—it will hurt less.
22. : I stretch and break in the agony of not seeing you, and blue with it all, I fall asleep again.
23. : I don't want to write anymore. Yet these shameless fingers still want to spill something more.
24. : I've shattered so completely that even as the pieces knit back together, they crackle and crumble.
25. : The wounds of my heart these days force me even to laugh!
26. : Why do you keep this stuff in the shop? Who will you sell it to? : Sir, you cannot buy taste with money!