The only value of this world lay in its power - at certain times - to suggest another world.
Songs of a Dead DreamerSummertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.
Last Night I Sang to the MonsterIt’s when I’m around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now
A Little Wanting SongShow me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love
Leonard Cohen: Poems and SongsWe are not perfect. We make mistakes. We screw up but then we forgive and move forward.
The Last Song