Act the way you'd like to be and soon you'll be the way you act.

Now suzanne takes you hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From salvation army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For shes touched your perfect body with her mind.

I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face.

A woman watches her body uneasily, as though it were an unreliable ally in the battle for love.

Maybe the culture is [particularly] shabby now. Maybe it's because I'm over sixty, that I can feel that about everything.

A community is an alibi for the failure of individual love.

In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.