There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.

The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.

How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?

I don't remember lighting this cigarette and I don't remember if I'm here alone or waiting for someone.

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

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

You go your way I'll go your way too

If you don't become the ocean, you'll be seasick every day.

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love

... i didn't fall in love of course it's never up to you but she was walking back and forth and i was passing through

First of all nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again

I have tried in my way to be free.

As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.

I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.

My reputation as a ladies' man was a joke that caused me to laugh bitterly through the ten thousand nights I spent alone.

The older I get, the surer I am that I’m not running the show.

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

It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender

I have often prayed for you like this Let me have her

It doesn't matter what you do because it's going to happen anyway.

Remember when I moved in you and the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was, "Hallelujah.

A kite is a victim you are sure of. you love it because it pulls.

I'm planning a catastrophe.

A heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control.

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