GIFT You tell me that silence is nearer to peace than poems but if for my gift I brought you silence (for I know silence) you would say This is not silence this is another poem and you would hand it back to me

If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

I told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

Some say that no one ever leaves Montreal, for that city, like Canada itself, is designed to preserve the past, a past that happened somewhere else.

Part of the shabbiness of our culture, if indeed it is shabby, is that it doesn't seem to prepare people. With all the songs about love and all the movies and all the books, there doesn't seem to be any way that we can prepare the human heart for this experience.

I'm neither left or right. I'm just staying home tonight, getting lost in that hopeless little screen.

Other people singing my songs is something that I've never been casual about. I've always been very touched by it and I always go into immediate critical suspension.