“All the time we spent in bed, counting miles before we said, fall in love and fall apart, things will end before they start.”

“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.”

“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 ”

“Words are futile devices.”

“Sometimes we have to go through difficult times in life," he said. "But they're just a test, and if we stay strong, we're eventually rewarded.”

“The people in the world, and the objects in it, and the world as a whole, are not absolute things, but on the contrary, are the phenomena of perception... If we were all alike: if we were millions of people saying do, re, mi, in unison, One poet would be enough... But we are not alone, and everything needs expounding all the time because, as people live and die, each one perceiving life and death for himself, and mostly by and in himself, there develops a curiosity about the perceptions of others. This is what makes it possible to go on saying new things about old things.”

“After the leaves have fallen, we returnTo a plain sense of things. It is as ifWe had come to an end of the imagination,Inanimate in an inert savoir.”