The world needs writers. We will always be necessary. There are few professions that can claim that distinction. — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
Be gentle with me, new love. Treat me tenderly. I need the gentle touch, the soft voice, the candlelight after nine. There's… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
I am not a joiner. Somewhere I once said that people join clubs now for the very reason they once carried them,… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you. — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
It seems to me that it's every man's obligation to make what contribution he can. You live each day as best you can. That,… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
“How can we be sure of anything the tide changes. The wind that made the grain wave gently yesterday blows down the tress tomorrow.… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
I have never known a cat that couldn't quiet me down just by walking slowly past my chair. — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
“I have fallen in love with the world And I am aware that I have chosen the most dangerous lover of them all.” — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
The world needs writers. We will always be necessary. There are few professions that can claim that distinction. — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
“These long years later it is worse for I remember what it was as well as what it might have been.” — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
I can't understand people who give up and commit suicide. If I have a bad day, I figure tomorrow will be better. And even… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
“I went back to look for you. Not understanding the language of hello, I thought I’d speak it just the same.” — Rod Mckuen Copy Share Image
Be gentle with me, new love. Treat me tenderly. I need the gentle touch, the soft voice, the candlelight after nine. There's been so… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
