You know, all poetry may be a cry of generalised love, for this, or that, or the universe - which must be loved in its particularity, not its generality, but for its universal life in every minute par...
This is were I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the midpoint, to which everything ran, before and from which everything will run. But now, my...
They did go on so, don't you think, those Victorian poets, they took themselves so horribly seriously?' he said, pushing the lift button, summoning it from the depths. As it creaked up, Blackadder sai...
There will always be people who will slash open the other cheek when it is turned to them.
The minds of stone lovers had colonised stones as lichens clung to them with golden or grey-green florid stains. The human world of stones is caught in organic metaphors like flies in amber. Words cam...
Randolph Henry Ash: What is it? My dear?Christabel LaMotte: Ah, how can we bear it?Randolph Henry Ash: Bear what?Christabel LaMotte: This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?Randolph...
On the other side of attraction, is repulsion.
Narrative is one of the best intoxicants or tranquilisers.
Mine the long nightThe secret placeWhere lovers meetIn long embraceIn purple darkIn silvered kissForget the worldAnd grasp your bliss
In the morning the whole world had a strange new smell. It was the smell of the aftermath, a green smell, a smell of shredded leaves and oozing resin, of crushed wood and splashed sap, a tart smell, w...
I cannot bear not to know the end of a tale. I will read the most trivial things – once commenced – only out of a feverish greed to be able to swallow the ending – sweet or sour – and to be done with...
Here Carlyle had come, here George Eliot had progressed through the bookshelves. Roland could see her black silk skirts, her velvet trains, sweeping compressed between the Fathers of the Church, and h...
He her, he believed. He would teach her that she was not his possession, he would show her she was free, he would see her flash her wings.
You are safe with me.""I am not at all safe, with you. But I have no desire to be elsewhere.
Without this excitement they cannot have their Lyric Verse, and so they get it by any convenient means -- and with absolute sincerity -- but the Poems are not for the young lady, the young lady is for...
The practitioners of ‘dry’ art admire myth and symbol, precision and coherence; they would, theoretically, be more excited by an interpretation of one of Shakespeare’s plays which offered them a beaut...
My Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have. I hesitate to go out. If you opened the little gate, I would not hop away—but oh how I sing in my gold cage.
He had been taught that language was essentially inadequate, that it could never speak what was there, that it only spoke itself.He thought about the death mask. He could and could not say that the ma...
Being as I am both a woman and working-class, choice don’t come into it, much, for me. I do what I must. Charles/Karl wanted to say he was sorry, and couldn’t.I imagine you don’t talk to many of us, a...
You know, it's a truism that writers for children must still be children themselves, deep down, must still feel childish feelings, and a child's surprise at the world.