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.