Only in Canada could somebody with a voice like mine win Vocalist of t — Leonard Cohen

"This is the very contrary of dropping out. Most people cant wait to get home to their house or apartment and shut that door and turn on the TV. To me, thats dropping out."

"Now Ive heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you dont really care for music, do you? It goes like this the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah"

"You whisper, "You have loved enough, Now let me be the Lover."

"Ill try to say a little more: Love went on and on Until it reached an open door — Then Love Itself Love Itself was gone."

"Rust rust rust in the engines of love and time"

"What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love."