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

Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.

A good poem about failure is a success.

If you tell a novelist, 'Life's not like that', he has to do something about it. The poet simply replies, 'No, but I am.'

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape. It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know, Have always known, know that we can't escape, Yet can't accept. One side will have to go. Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring Intricate rented world begins to rouse. The sky is white as clay, with no sun. Work has to be done. Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round.

Life is first boredom, then fear.