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.
Garages, barns and attics are always older than the buildings to which they are attached.
There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn’t.
I have often prayed for you like this Let me have her.
Don’t call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.
In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.
A woman watches her body uneasily, as though it were an unreliable ally in the battle for love.
It’s four in the morning, the end of december I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better.
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love.
Music is the emotional life of most people.
His vision was just outstanding. If you think of him in the same way as Pele then you would come close.
Take one step to the side and it’s all absurd.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm.
Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.
I don’t really understand that process called reincarnation but if there is such a thing I’d like to come back as my daughter’s dog.
Like any joker, he was watching For the card that is so high and wild He’ll never need to deal another He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.
Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.
I’m writing all the time. And as the songs begin to coalesce, I’m not doing anything else but writing. I wish I were one of those people who wrote songs quickly. But I’m not. So it takes me a great deal of time to find out what the song is.
I’ve always held the song in high regard because songs have got me through so many sinks of dishes and so many humiliating courting events.