Leonard Cohen

At a certain point, if you still have your marbles and are not faced with serious financial challenges, you have a chance to put your house in order. It's a cliche, but it's underestimated as an analgesic on all levels. Putting your house in order, if you can do it, is one of the most comforting activities, and the benefits of it are incalculable.

Music is the emotional life of most people.

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.

Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.

To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation's sweetest dreams of itself.

In dreams the truth is learned that all good works are done in the absence of a caress.

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

I want history to jump on Canada's spine with sharp skates.

It looks like freedom but it feels like death, it's something in between I guess. It's closing time.

There is a crack in everything

Remember when I moved in you and the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was, "Hallelujah.

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof...

Everybody knows that the dice are loadedEverybody rolls with their fingers crossedEverybody knows the war is overEverybody knows the good guys lostEverybody knows the fight was fixedThe poor stay poor, the rich get richThat's how it goesEverybody knows

I walk through the old yellow sunlightto get to my kitchen tablethe poem about melying there with the booksin which I am listedamong the dead and future Dylans

Dear friend, I have searched all nightthrough each burnt paper,but I fear I will never findthe formula to let you die

At first first nothing will happen to usand later on it will happen to us again.

The RemoteI often think about youwhen I__ lying alone inmy room with my mouthopen and the remotelost somewhere in the bed.

I know she is coming I know she will look And that is the longing And this is the book.