Leave my soul alone, leave my soul alone

I hope to go into a poem sober and come out a little drunk. And if I do then that's a real poem.

The theme of Death is to Poetry what Mistaken Identity is to Drama.

Praying is another way of singing.You plant in the tree the soul of lemons.You plant in the gardens the spirit of roses.

Are all men in disguise except those crying?

I know the colour rose, and it is lovely, But not when it ripens in a tumour; And healing greens, leaves and grass, so springlike, In limbs that fester are not springlike.

Create and communicate absolute clarity of purpose.

And some looked even more like each other than they did like themselves.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out. It doesn't matter much to me.

I get such lovely gifts from fans... amazing pictures, handmade jewellery. I'm very lucky!

I don't think it's a low point being in the finals of the French Open, three points away from the victory.

Outlandish lyrics sung by smiling people in perfect harmony. Has that edge of surprise...a little nuts and really funny.

War has been with us ever since the dawn of civilization. Nothing has been more constant in history than war.

The artist's life nourishes itself on the particular, the concrete.

The one you can get mad at only for a short period because you have important stuff to tell them.

I have always admired the ability to bite off more than one can chew and then chew it.