“Perhaps we don't like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong.”
“Words are futile devices.”
“I always knew youIn your mothers armsI have called your nameI have an ideaPlaced in your mindTo be a better manI've made a crown for youPut it in your roomAnd when the bridegroom comesThere will be noiseThere will be gladAnd a perfect bedAnd when you write a poemI know the wordsI know the soundsBefore you write it downWhen you wear your clothesI wear them tooI wear your shoesAnd your jacket tooI always knew youIn your mothers armsI have called you sonI've made amendsBetween father and sonOr, if you haven't oneRest in my armsSleep in my bedThere's a designTo what I did and said ”
“All the time we spent in bed, counting miles before we said, fall in love and fall apart, things will end before they start.”