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Ernest Hemingway

"Pound's crazy. All poets are. They have to be. You don't put a poet like Pound in the loony bin."

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"Pound's crazy. All poets are. They have to be. You don't put a poet like Pound in the loony bin."

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Amber Hurdle

"I can't look at things in the simple, large way that great poets do."

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"Poets go through a very tough apprenticeship in the use of words."

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"I've been influenced by poets as diverse as Dylan Thomas, Lewis Carroll, and Edgar Allan Poe."

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"Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot."

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"Francis Webb is easily our greatest poet and one of the greatest poets in the world but he's hardly ever mentioned."

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Amber Hurdle

"Well, we all start thinking we're going to be Romantic rock stars, but then reality hits and you realize no one reads you but other poets."

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Amber Hurdle

"If poets were realistic, they wouldn't be poets."

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Amber Hurdle

"Poets write the words you have heard before but in a new sequence."

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"Poets, like whores, are only hated by each other."

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"I don't know if younger poets read a lot of, you know, the poets - the established poets. There was a lot of pretty boring stuff to sort of put up with and to add to, to make something vital from."

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"The moon was up now and the trees were dark against it, and he passed the frame houses with their narrow yards, light coming from the shuttered windows; the unpaved alleys, with their double rows of houses; Conch town, where all was starched, well-shuttered, virtue, failure, grit and boiled grunts, under-nourishment, prejudice, righteousness, inter-breeding and the comforts of religion; the open-doored, lighted Cuban boilto houses, shacks whose only romance was their names."
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"There are only three sports: bullfighting, motor racing, and mountaineering; all the rest are merely games."
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"The old man knew he was going far out and he left the smell of the land behind and rowed out into the clean early morning smell of the ocean."
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"A writer of fiction is really... a congenital liar who invents from his own knowledge or that of other men."
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"The gypsies believe the bear to be a brother to man because he has the same body beneath his hide, because he drinks beer, because he enjoys music and because he likes to dance."
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"I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. . . . Then he was sorry for the great fish that had nothing to eat and his determination to kill him never relaxed in his sorrow for him. . . . There is no one worthy of eating him from the manner of his behavior and his great dignity. I do not understand these things, he thought. But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers."
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"I still need some more healthy rest in order to work at my best. My health is the main capital I have and I want to administer it intelligently."
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"I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it."
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