My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy.

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.

The Lord does not require us to wear a [cassock] — He wants us to be good and kind.

Since when is failure more appealing? Never give up.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it.

For me, music and life are all about style.

My bottom is so big it's got its own gravitational field.

The facile economic and psychological debunking of the theoretical life cannot do away with its irreducible beauties.

...if you dance with dragons, you must expect to burn.

Go to your checkbook and see what you spend money on. In an instant, you will know what is important to you because your money goes toward it.

Let's cause some senators distress.

Most things don't work like they are supposed to work.