Quotes from Leonard Cohen

It's a pity if someone… has to console himself for the wreck of his days with the notion that somehow his voice, his work embodies the deepest, most obscure, freshest, rawest oyster of reality in the unfathomable refrigerator of the heart's ocean, but I am such a one, and there you have it.

I followed the course From chaos to art Desire the horse Depression the cart

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you.

Everything has a crack in it; that's how the light gets in.

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for I think it's time to board another Please understand, I never had a secret chart to get me to the heart of this or any other matter

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

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

I don't even hate books anymore.

When he puts his mouth against her shoulder she is uncertain whether her shoulder has given or received the kiss. All her flesh is like a mouth.

I told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

The Dream" "O I had such a wonderful dream, she said. I dreamed you made love to me. At last, he said to himself, the spirit has taken up some of the heavy work.

I don't want to be a star, merely dying.

My animal howls My angel's upset But I'm not allowed A trace of regret

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.

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

there's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep

In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, "the winter has not killed us again!

It is easy to display a wound, the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple

F. once said: At sixteen I stopped fucking faces. I had occasioned the remark by expressing disgust at his latest conquest, a young hunchback he had met while touring an orphanage. F. spoke to me that day as if I were truly one of the underprivileged; or perhaps he was not speaking to me at all when he muttered: Who am I to refuse the universe?

Games are nature's most beautiful creation

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.

Well I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one.

After a while, if you are sufficiently bored or unemployed, you may want to read it from cover to cover.

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