Mushroom Chronicles

Quotes from Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen Quotes

A woman watches her body uneasily, as though it were an unreliable ally in the battle for love.
Leonard Cohen

Act the way you'd like to be and soon you'll be the way you act.
Leonard Cohen

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

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

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.
Leonard Cohen

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

Let judges secretly despair of justice: their verdicts will be more acute. Let generals secretly despair of triumph; killing will be defamed. Let priests secretly despair of faith: their compassion will be true.
Leonard Cohen

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
Leonard Cohen

Prayer is translation. A man translates himself into a child asking for all there is in a language he has barely mastered.
Leonard Cohen

The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.
Leonard Cohen

The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe has occurred in the psychic landscape.
Leonard Cohen

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.
Leonard Cohen

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.
Leonard Cohen

She woke up hungry

she woke up hungry
ravenous
the refrigerator a cold crypt
empty of forgotten tangents
that wait for their brief moment in the light
her mind darted through the room in panic
there were no possibilities
she dressed quickly
flying desperately toward the door
driven by some deep need to consume
out into the hallway of the apartment building
then "what?"
like being smacked by a velvet hammer
the strangest thing ..
all up and down the hall were banquet tables
covered in white linen and heaped with food
not just food, piles of gourmet delicacies
on silver trays
huge fresh strawberries, sliced kiwi and watermelon
pastries, brownies and cupcakes
salivating with anticipation
but wait..
this is not right
the waiters were all chimpanzees dressed in tuxedos
behaving with the manners of an english butler
carrying trays of bananas
maybe a neighbor ..
then she noticed her neighbors apartment doors were gone
as if they never existed
all too strange, she forgot her hunger
a dream perhaps ? she ran down the stairs and into the street
it looked like her little red car, yet ..different
it seemed to be made of a hard candy shell over ..
chocolate ? licorice like tires ..
no, definately a dream
looking around for some real person
a human being to compare realities,
no one.
back up she ran, past the tables
past the monkeys, past the baklava
into the apartment and slammed the door

"Jackie ! where did you go ? I've made breakfast for you !
French Toast, fresh strawberries and a Mimosa .."
"Who are you - how did you get in here ?"
about to freak out, she thought,
'O.K., this is some crazy dream, I may as well go along with it'
She sat down and inhaled the food..
"where did you learn to cook like that ? Mr. . uh
I didn't catch your name"
"Mushroom. you can call me Mushroom.
Sorry to startle you, but you were having some crazy dream
and I just wanted to make you breakfast.
Would you like some coffee too ?"