“It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.”

“And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.”

“The face, which, duly as the sun,
Rose up for me with life begun,
To mark all bright hours of the day
With hourly love, is dimmed away —
And yet my days go on, go on.”

“Max-Dogs, dogs, go away, let me live another day.”

“And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!”

“To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.”

“Alexander, my nights, my days, my every thought. You will fall away from me in just a while, won’t you, and I’ll be whole again, and I will go on and feel for someone else, the way everybody does.

But my innocence is gone forever.”

“My parents took my ambitions seriously. They took an hour each way to training. They were waiting for me, and when I wanted to go home alone, I took the bus from Warsaw to Leszno for two hours. When I was late, I had to seize an opportunity, sometimes someone took pity and took me away.”

“For on this my heart is set:
When the hour is nigh me,
Let me in the tavern die,
With a tankard by me.”
Meum est propositum<br/>in taberna mori,<br/>ut sint vina proxima<br/>morientis ori.

“Lay your sleeping head, my love
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral;
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie:
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.”