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"The trouble with words is that you never know whose mouths they have been in."
Trouble
"Television's Mr. Filth: that's me."
Television
"The strangest thing that human speech and human writing can do is create a metaphor. That is an amazing leap, is it not?"
Metaphor
"Children can write poetry and then, unless they're poets, they stop when reach puberty."
Poetry
"The more my work improves or broadens or widens, the more surely I tame myself."
Work
"That vision of a common culture is now simply a remote wistfulness."
Vision
"Metaphor is embodied in language."
Language
"There's no end to the inventiveness of critics, I tell you. Because they can't write fiction, they put their impulse into their analysis of work."
Work
"Children are very cruel, yes. Of course. Children are extraordinarily cruel little creatures."
Children
"Ideals jump across the hierarchies of the printed word."
Ideal
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"You need a poetic touch from the outer space? Then you need the moonlight!"
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Personal Development
"I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty."
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Personal Development
"Good poetry does not exist merely for the sake of itself, but rather, is a byproduct of yearning and growth; great poetry canonizes that yearning for the growth of others."
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Personal Development
"I can write no stately proemAs a prelude to my lay;From a poet to a poemI would dare to say.For if of these fallen petalsOne to you seem fair,Love will waft it till it settlesOn your hair.And when wind and winter hardenAll the loveless land,It will whisper of the garden,You will understand."
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Personal Development
"Deep down there is a rose in every heart."
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Personal Development
"At seventeen I tried to write poetry confining myself solely to Anglo-Saxon words - don't know if it helped, but it made me more concrete ..."
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Personal Development
"You know the way of the wind in the night-the desolate alleys my soul takes."
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Personal Development
"The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your petals upon blossom, and seize death openly. Leaving your fragrance to spin and dance, one last time before being blown away."
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"On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold."
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"Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet."
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