And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.

The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe has occurred in the psychic landscape.

Dream after dream we all lie in each other's arms

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

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'm afraid to live any place but in expectation. I'm no life-risk.

I turned my back on the devil, turned my back on the angel too.