“I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.”

“this is not a Quote it's a poem. "A Thousand Kisses Deep"The ponies run, the girls are young,The odds are there to beat.You win a while, and then it’s done –Your little winning streak.And summoned now to dealWith your invincible defeat,You live your life as if it’s real,A Thousand Kisses Deep.I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,I’m back on Boogie Street.You lose your grip, and then you slipInto the Masterpiece.And maybe I had miles to drive,And promises to keep:You ditch it all to stay alive,A Thousand Kisses Deep.And sometimes when the night is slow,The wretched and the meek,We gather up our hearts and go,A Thousand Kisses Deep.Confined to sex, we pressed againstThe limits of the sea:I saw there were no oceans leftFor scavengers like me.I made it to the forward deck.I blessed our remnant fleet –And then consented to be wrecked,A Thousand Kisses Deep.I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,I’m back on Boogie Street.I guess they won’t exchange the giftsThat you were meant to keep.And quiet is the thought of you,The file on you complete,Except what we forgot to do,A Thousand Kisses Deep.And sometimes when the night is slow,The wretched and the meek,We gather up our hearts and go,A Thousand Kisses Deep.The ponies run, the girls are young,The odds are there to beat . . .”

“You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep”

“there's no forsaking what you loveno existential leapas witnessed here in time and blooda thousand kisses deep”

“The flowers that I left in the ground, that I did not gather for you, today I bring them all back, to let them grow forever, not in poems or marble, but where they fell and rotted. And the ships in their great stalls, huge and transitory as heroes, ships I could not captain, today I bring them back to let them sail forever, not in model or ballad, but where they were wrecked and scuttled. And the child on whose shoulders I stand, whose longing I purged with public, kingly discipline, today I bring him back to languish forever, not in confession or biography, but where he flourished, growing sly and hairy. It is not malice that draws me away, draws me to renunciation, betrayal: it is weariness, I go for weariness of thee, Gold, ivory, flesh, love, God, blood, moon- I have become the expert of the catalogue. My body once so familiar with glory, My body has become a museum: this part remembered because of someone's mouth, this because of a hand, this of wetness, this of heat. Who owns anything he has not made? With your beauty I am as uninvolved as with horses' manes and waterfalls. This is my last catalogue. I breathe the breathless I love you, I love you - and let you move forever.”

“I am not the one who loved, it's love that chooses me.When hatred with it's package comes, you forbid delivery.”

“You don't know me from the wind you never will, you never did I'm the little jew who wrote the Bible.I've seen the nations rise and fall I've heard their stories, heard them all but love's the only engine of survival.”