Wendy Cope Quotes

I have a theory that if you've got the kind of parents who want to send you to boarding school, you're probably better off at boarding school.

I've never been more famous than I was, suddenly, in 1986.

Possibly I've become less funny as I've been happier.

Write to amuse? What an appalling suggestion! I write to make people anxious and miserable and to worsen their indigestion.

The interesting thing is that you don't often meet a poet who doesn't have a sense of humour, and some of them do keep it out of their poems because they're afraid of being seen as light versifiers.

Bloody men are like bloody buses - you wait for about a year and as soon as one approaches your stop two or three others appear.

The reason modern poetry is difficult is so that the poet's wife cannot understand it.

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave— They got quarters and I had a half. And that orange it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park This is peace and contentment. It's new. The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all my jobs on my list And enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. I'm glad I exist.

My heart has made its mind up And I’m afraid it’s you. Whatever you’ve got lined up, My heart has made its mind up And if you can’t be signed up This year, next year will do. My heart has made its mind up And I’m afraid it’s you.

In my case, the long gaps between my books have got quite a lot to do with lack of confidence. A lot of the time when I'm not writing I start thinking I can't do it.

When a poem doesn't work, the first question to ask yourself is, 'Am I telling the truth?'

I like buying clothes, especially as I get a tax-deductible allowance.

Bloody Christmas, here again, let us raise a loving cup, peace on earth, goodwill to men, and make them do the washing up.

On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes, the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes. I wipe them away with a black woolly glove And try not to notice I've fallen in love On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think: This is nothing. you're high on the charm and the drink. But the juke-box inside me is playing a song That says something different. And when was it wrong? On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair I am tempted to skip. You're a fool. I don't care. the head does its best but the heart is the boss- I admit it before I am halfway across

I think it's a question which particularly arises over women writers: whether it's better to have a happy life or a good supply of tragic plots.

I always tell students that writing a poem and publishing it are two quite separate things, and you should write what you have to write, and if you're afraid it's going to upset someone, don't publish it.

I was single for a long time and felt very much alone in the world, and talk of family values upset me very much at that phase in my life, because I used to think: 'What about people like me?

I've said what I'm prepared to say in my poems, and then journalists think that you're going to tell them a whole lot more.