I am stuck in traffic in a taxicabwhich is typicaland not just of modern life

O my enormous piano, you are not like being outdoors

oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.

Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.

the only truth is face to face, the poem whose words become your mouth and dying in black and white we fight for what we love, not are

Grace / to be born and live as variously as possible

And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.

Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins!

I don't think I want to win anything I think I want to die unadorned.

And don't worry about your lineage poetic or natural.

I think a new world will arise out of the religious mists when we approach our Bible with the idea that it is not only a book which was once spoken, but a book which is now speaking.

What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?

Eat in the dark the bargain that you purchased in the dusk.

He who knows most believes the least.

I won't join another band again.

'Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow,' if you go through the lyrics, is such a haunting melody, and the words are, for a pop song, pretty deep and dark.

I tell the gods are still alive / And they are not consoling.

We all make mistakes. Luckily for us, there are very few mistakes that cant be solved with a suitable application of either lipstick or hand grenades" - Frances Brown

I'm not normally the kind of person who holds on to grudges, I'm really not.

In a really great way, you simultaneously try to take up as little and as much space as possible.