If I can't have love, if I can't find peace, / Give me a bitter glory.

My shadow serves as the friend I crave

You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.

Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.

All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.

It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.

Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.

Always stay sharp on railways and cruise ships for transit has a way of making everything clear.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams...

Shopping is really complicated if you are a girl.

Everything we're doing is freakin' iffy. That's what makes it so much fun.

The present is the necessary product of all the past the necessary cause of all the future.

My father used to get me to read the newspaper to him, as if I was a radio. I would stand there and read the 'Times.

I don't mean this to sound hyperbolic but there are increasingly, albeit really minor, similarities between now and how Germany was lulled into what happened pre-WW2.

We need to make a change while there’s still time, it is hard, and at times I struggle trying to reveal mine.

A garden must combine the poetic and he mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy

Young people think they know it all, but a lot of old salts around know they don't.