When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die.

..I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could.

I dream too much, work too little.

I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.

I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.