The troubles came and I saved what I could save. A thread of light, a particle, a wave.
Leonard Cohen...a young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.
Leonard CohenOut of the thousands who are known or who want to be known as poets, maybe one or two are genuine and the rest are fakes, hanging around the sacred precincts, trying to look like the real thing.
Leonard CohenIn Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, โthe winter has not killed us again!
Leonard Cohen