There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.
How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings.
Do not be a magician – be magic!
It’s the notion that there is no perfection – that there is a broken world and we live with broken hearts and broken lives but still there is no alibi for anything. On the contrary, you have to stand up and say hallelujah under those circumstances.
I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.
The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.
Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
In the broken places, the light shines through.
You have to keep cracking yourself open or you become a parody of yourself.
Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don’t really care for music, do you? It goes like this the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah.
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
I can work on a verse for a very long time before realising it’s not any good and then, and only then, can I discard it.
I never really liked poetry readings; I liked to read poetry by myself, but I liked singing, chanting my lyrics to this jazz group.
Love is not a victory march.
People used to say my music was too difficult or too obscure, and I never set out to be difficult or obscure. I just set out to write what I felt as honestly as I could, and I am delighted when other people feel a part of themselves in the music.
He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.
Never make a decision when you need to pee.
Here’s to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don’t even care.
Follow me, the wise man said, but he walked behind.
To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation’s sweetest dreams of itself.