Above all, though, children are linked to adults by the simple fact that they are in process of turning into them. For this they may be forgiven much. Children are bound to be inferior to adults, or there is no incentive to grow up. |
Death is no different whined at than withstood. |
Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth. |
Far too many relied on the classic formula of a beginning, a muddle, and an end |
I can't understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It's like going round explaining how you sleep with your wife. |
I dream about that sometimes-and wake up screaming. With any luck they'll pass me over. |
I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any-after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think? |
I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any-after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think? |
I wouldn't mind seeing China if I could come back the same day. |
In everyone there sleeps / A sense of life lived according to love. / To some it means the difference they could make / By loving others, but across most it sweeps / As all they might have done had they been loved. / That nothing cures. |
Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it. |
Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, and don't have any kids yourself. |
Nothing, like something, happens anywhere. |
Nothing, like something, happens anywhere. |
Sexual intercourse began in nineteen sixty-three (Which was rather late for me) between the end of the Chatterley ban and the Beatles' first LP. |