As a child, I thought I hated everybody, but when I grew up I realized it was just children I didn't like.

Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round.

I am beginning to think of the human imagination as a fruit machine on which victories are rare and separated by much vain expense, and represent a rare alignment of mental and spiritual qualities that normally are quite at odds.

I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action

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.

Most things may never happen: this one will.

Since the majority of me Rejects the majority of you, Debating ends forthwith, and we Divide.'' Philip Larkin