Act the way you'd like to be and soon you'll be the way you act.

Anything I tell you is an alibi for something else." Then let's be quiet together.

Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world's excuse for being ugly.

Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

He knew that hair couldn't feel; he kissed her hair.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

My friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in places I used to play. And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on. I’m just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings

We are ugly but we have the music.

When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn't.

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free!!

Ah, grief makes us precise!

It's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.

Your body will never be familiar.

Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate

Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don't know what to say.

A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it’s time to go. I tidied up the kitchenette; I tuned the old banjo. I’m wanted at the traffic-jam. They’re saving me a seat.

She was made of flesh and eyelashes.

If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

You go to Heaven once you've been to Hell

Ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded, Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed, Everybody knows that the war is over, Everybody knows the good guys lost.

I almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how i kissed you then and you kissed me shy as though I’d never been your lover

I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.

My page was too white My ink was too thin The day wouldn't write What the night pencilled in

Dream after dream we all lie in each other's arms

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's closing time.

It doesn't matter how anything happens.

In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.

Love is the only engine of survival

My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.

..you wanted to be the Superman who was never Clark Kent

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

It’s a depressing habit you have of loving to sneeze and of eating apples as if they were juicier for you and being the first one to exclaim how good the movie is. You depress people. We like apples too.

I am not the one who loved, it's love that chooses me. When hatred with it's package comes, you forbid delivery.

When you call me close to tell me your body is not beautiful I want to summon the eyes and hidden mouths of stone and light and water to testify against you.

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

So much of the world is plunged in darkness and chaos... So ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.

The sweetest little song: You go your way I'll go your way too!

At first first nothing will happen to us and later on it will happen to us again.

I don't even hate books anymore.

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

The Dream" "O I had such a wonderful dream, she said. I dreamed you made love to me. At last, he said to himself, the spirit has taken up some of the heavy work.