Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
To have [Adam's Cohen] microscopic attention to my work was really a great privilege.
I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong, I will make it all up to thee.
Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don't know what to say.
Coroner's inquest: death by drowning. And he hasn't been to the sea-shore in ten years.
In dreams the truth is learned that all good works are done in the absence of a caress.
The troubles came and I saved what I could save. A thread of light, a particle, a wave.
The obstacles are great and the suffering is great and people have got to make a living.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.
Seriousness is not Calvinistic, it's not a renunciation, it's the very opposite of that.
There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn't.
Garages, barns and attics are always older than the buildings to which they are attached.
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
I would like to work with Pat [ Leonard] in any capacity. I would love to hear his versions.
When you stop thinking about yourself all the time, a certain sense of repose overtakes you.
Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free!!
My page was too white My ink was too thin The day wouldn't write What the night pencilled in.
History is a needle for putting men asleep anointed with the poison Of all they want to keep.
It is different [to perform in Israel] because it arises from very deep wells of affiliation.
Here is your cross, Your nails and your hill; And here is your love, That lists where it will
To keep our hearts open is probably the most urgent responsibility you have as you get older.
The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it's overturned the order of the soul.
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.
Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world's excuse for being ugly.
And here you are hurried, And here you are gone; And here is the love, That it's all built upon.
The moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief.
I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me, but the room just filled up with mosquitoes.
Although only one man may be receiving the favors of a woman, all men in her presence are warmed.
As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will
Most of our distractions are designed to invite us away from this recognition, which is a good idea.
I never had the sense that there was an end: that there was a retirement or that there was a jackpot.
I'm neither left or right. I'm just staying home tonight, getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
We are awakening from the dream of isolation, from the dream of loneliness, and it's a terrible shock.
I finally broke into the prison I found my place in the chain Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows
His vision was just outstanding. If you think of him in the same way as Pele then you would come close.
The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.
What [Prozac] does is completely annihilate the sexual drive, so the question of passion hardly arises.
Suffering, violent suffering, seems to be something that corresponds with something that we experience.
I don't remember lighting this cigarette and I don't remember if I'm here alone or waiting for someone.
this is every musician's dream, to stand in front of an audience and not have to prove your credentials.
After a while, if you are sufficiently bored or unemployed, you may want to read it from cover to cover.
Everyone has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels.
I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.
I continually blacken pages and scribble away, so I always have a number of songs that are half-finished.
But remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah.
We used to play music for fun. Much more than now. Now nobody picks up a guitar unless they're paid for it.
I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.
Some people are graced with a flow; some people are graced with something less than a flow. I'm one of those.
...a young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.
I’ll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving 'cross the borders Of My Secret Life.