“I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.”

I have tried in my way to be free.

In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.

Coroner’s inquest: death by drowning. And he hasn’t been to the seashore in ten years.

Garages, barns, and attics are always older than the buildings to which they are attached.

Your body will never be familiar.

Dear Hitler Take away the torches I’m not guilty I had to have this.

It is in love that we are made, in love we disappear.

Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.

My reputation as a ladies’ man was a joke that caused me to laugh bitterly through the ten thousand nights I spent alone.

A heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control.

I’m just waiting for the miracle to come.

You go your way I’ll go your way too.

Dream after dream we all lie in each other’s arms.

To discover the truth in anything that is alien, first dispense with the indispensable in your own vision.

I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am.

Let yourself free from everything that makes you feel hopeless.

Have you ever heard silence? How do you hear the silence? You don’t, you feel it. And they stared at the silence between them.

It happens in the quiet when that buzzing in the back of my mind fades out and I can’t do anything but simply feel.

You and I are sand in an hourglass and I can feel our time running out. But baby for you I would turn this world upside down just to start all over again.

He feels like a long-lost lover who’s finally found his way back home to me.

When you’re broken, open up your heart and feel.

I told you about the moon, how it feels like your eyes; They both let me know where home is.