When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.

Gather the stars if you wish it so Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather for keeping years and years. And then... Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye. Let the stars and songs go. Let the faces and years go. Loosen your hands and say good-bye.

Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?

It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?'...If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time-the stuff of life