Book: Salome

Your lips have a bitter taste. Not the taste of blood?.. Maybe the taste of love?.. They say love has a bitter taste... so what, that bitter? So what? I kissed your mouth, Iokanaan.

If you would look, you would love me. I know you would love me, for love is much more mysterious death. Love beyond death.

Nothing in the world was not whiter than your body. Nothing in the world was not darker than your hair. Nothing in the world was not redder than your lips. Your voice was like a censer emitting a strange fragrance, and when I looked at you, I heard the wondrous music. Oh, why didn't you look at me, Iokanaan? His face you hid behind your hands and curses her. The eyes were the blinders preventing you from seeing anything other than their God.

The kings never have to take the oath. If they can't hold it, it's terrible; if you can, it's equally terrible.

Let her give what she asks! Really, she is a worthy daughter of her mother.

I want to be immediately brought on a silver platter... the head of Iokanaan.

That day the sun will become black as black sackcloth of hair, and the moon became red as blood, and stars fall to the earth from heaven, like ripe fruit from the Fig-tree, and the kings of the earth and was overcome terror.

We don't know about the things of the Lord. We all need to accept with humility, because the infinite power of the Lord. He shatters the mighty as easily as the weak, and spares no one.

The moon today is so strange. Is not it strange? It is similar to the obstructed - obstructed on that is looking for a lover. And she's naked. She's completely naked. Clouds tend to cover her nakedness, but she won't let them. She puts herself in the sky naked. She wanders through the rows of clouds staggered, just a drunk woman... I'm sure she's looking for lovers.

Tetrarch can not see corpses, except corpses of those people that killed himself.

It's good to look at the moon! She is like a little coin. She seems like a little silver flower. The moon is cold and chaste. I'm sure she's a virgin, she has the beauty of a virgin... Yes, she is a virgin. It remains uncontaminated. She never gave herself to men like other goddesses.

She dove out of the way... She is like a Narcissus, shaken by the wind... It is like a silver flower.

- And yet what a horrible thing to strangle a king.
- But why? The kings have the same neck as other people.

She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver.