Just give me a Parisian loft with large French windows and soft ivory curtains and a nice, fluffy bed with a sweet, little kitten to keep me company and a quaint balcony that overlooks the city and I will ask for nothing more in my entire life (but I understand that’s a lot to ask for).

Lonely Thursday nights in my bedroom, drinking by myself, listening to sad, classical music, wondering why this loneliness continues to overtake me and wondering why nobody is here to save me and wondering why I keep waiting for something that’s never going to happen.

I wish he was my boyfriend,
I wish he was my boyfriend,
I’d love him ‘til the very end,
But instead he is just a friend,
I wish he was my boyfriend.

• Interviewer: Does something bother you? How can you write poetry if you are not bothered by something?
• Leonard Cohen: I'm bothered when I wake in the morning. My real concern is to discover whether or not I am in a state of grace and if I discover that I am not I go back to bed.