All that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.

— Roman Payne

A woman must prefer her liberty over a man. To be happy, she must. A man to be happy, however, must yearn for his woman more than his liberty. This is the rightful order.

— Roman Payne

He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.

— Roman Payne

I’d loved women who were old and who were young; those extra kilos and large rumps, and others so thin there was barely even skin to pinch, and every time I held them, I worried I would snap them in two. But for all of these: where they had merited my love was in their delicious smell. Scent is such a powerful tool of attraction, that if a woman has this tool perfectly tuned, she needs no other. I will forgive her a large nose, a cleft lip, even crossed-eyes; and I’ll bathe in the nuisance of her intoxicating odor.

— Roman Payne

Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent.

— Roman Payne

Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent. When she came to my bed and begged me with sigh snot to tempt her towards passion nor actions unwise, I told her I’d spare her and kissed her closed eyes, then unbraided her body of its clothing disguise. While our bodies were nude bathed in candlelight fine devoured her mouth, tender lips divine;and I drank through her thighs her feminine wine. Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent.

— Roman Payne

Scent is such a powerful tool of attraction, that if a woman has this tool perfectly tuned, she needs no other. I will forgive her a large nose, a cleft lip, even crossed-eyes; and I’ll bathe in the nuisance of her intoxicating odor.

— Roman Payne

What is a Wanderers? Bound by no boundaries, contained by no countries, tamed by no time, she is the force of nature’s course.

— Roman Payne

When a Wanderers has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

— Roman Payne

When no possessions keep us, when no countries contain us, and no time detains us, man becomes a heroic wanderer, and woman, a wanderers.

— Roman Payne