“In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.”

I don’t want to be a star, merely dying.

The maestro says it’s Mozart But it sounds like bubble gum.

Don’t call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.

I have tried in my way to be free.

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.

Time is the most powerful; the most adequate painkiller, time is a gift of mercy granted by a merciful universe.

It may have killed the cat but curiosity is what keeps me alive.

The information superhighway? That sounds like a place that’s long and boring and kills 50,000 people a year.

I have never killed any one, but I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.

We’re all killers at heart, I have never taken anybody’s life, but I have often read obituary notices with considerable satisfaction.

Everybody is a potential murderer. I’ve never killed anyone, but I frequently get satisfaction reading the obituary notices.

Well you know it’s dangerous in politics, because especially in the Philippines there’s a lot of killing in politics.

Am I killing the kid in me, by strangling my curiosity?