We do what only lovers can: make a gift out of necessity.

Most of our distractions are designed to invite us away from this recognition, which is a good idea.

He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.

I am running through a snowfall which is her thighs, he dramatized in purple. Her thighs are filling up the street. Wide as a snowfall, heavy as huge falling Zeppelins, her damp thighs are settling on the sharp roofs and wooden balconies. Weather-vanes press the shape of roosters and sail-boats into the skin. The faces of famous statues are preserved like intaglios.

I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.

Some people, it [songwriting] comes faster. Some people, it comes slower.

..you wanted to be the Superman who was never Clark Kent