If you want great tranquility/ It's hard work and a long walk

It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.

The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.

It’s up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn’t what you’re looking at. It’s behind what you’re looking at.

How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad. How sweet is yesterday's noise

It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.

Some people have everything Other people don't But everything don't mean a thing If it ain't the thing you want

Poetry is the dark side of the moon.

Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world. Morning arrives and that's it. Sunlight darkens the earth.

The ache for anything is a thick dust in the heart.

Everyone knows this. The voyage into the interior is all that matters, Whatever your ride.

You can run a business any way you like, but you'll run it better if you build it around your strengths.

Genius is the ability to push one's limits beyond the limits each time, every endeavour.

When I try to make other people happy, I become happy.

With my love I homeI paid for lustDigresses like some, Only, if she understood, Her curse was my unfulfilled thirst.

If the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, you can bet the water bill is higher.

I would fix other people's lines if they asked me on occasion. The hard part of writing is the architecture of it, getting the story and structuring it. Not the tweaking of lines.

all I want to do is pull her against me and hold her until we both die.

All I want is to enter my house justified.

Greed is a deprivation of abundance, a hoarding, a constriction of energy.

You have to write badly in order to write well.