“I am your dwarf.
I am the enemy within.
I am the boss of your dreams.
See. Your hand shakes.
It is not palsy or booze.
It is your Doppelganger
trying to get out.
Beware… Beware…”

“Even if my country remains at war with yours... remember … I am not your enemy.”

“I am told, in a dream … you can only get the answer to all your questions through a dream.”

“The poems I am writing at the moment will be much closer to your present way of thinking. I am trying to renew poetic style, but within a classical framework. On the other hand, I don't want to lapse into imitating others. Letter to Picasso 1918”

“You are not listening to me. You are making phrases about Byron. And while you gesticulate, with your cloak, your cane, I am trying to expose a secret told to nobody yet; I am asking you (as I stand with my back to you) to take my life in your hands and tell me whether I am doomed always to cause repulsion in those I love?”

“You and I were long friends: you are now my enemy, and I am yours.”

“I am the shadow on the moon at night/Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.”

“O dream on your black wings
you come when I am sleeping.”

“Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures. In one of them I am your enemy.”

“I am yours," Trent gasped through clenched teeth, and my hand sprang from him, thinking I was betrayed. Trent fell to a knee, looking up at me, pleading. "I. Am. Yours. Claim me, Rachel! Damn your morals and claim me!”