There are a few things that deal with passion. There's Prozac.

Even without the mushroom cloud still I would have hated Listen I would have done the same things even if there were no death I will not be held like a drunkard under the cold tap of facts I refuse the universal alibi

I read with some amusement my reputation as a ladies' man. My friends are amused by that, too, because they know my life.

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love

I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.

I think the term poet is a very exalted term and should be applied to a man at the end of his work. When he looks back over the body of his work and he's written poetry then let the verdict be that he's a poet.

His vision was just outstanding. If you think of him in the same way as Pele then you would come close.