Where does the hand become the wrist? where does the neck become the shoulder? The watershed and then the weight, whatever turns up and tips us over that razor's edge between something and nothing, between one and the other. — Simon Armitage Copy Share Image
“The melancholy comes over me, the dismal misery of not knowing where I am, or perhaps losing any sense of who I am, as… — Simon Armitage Copy Share Image
Occasionally it's been a long and bumpy road - one I'm still travelling - but I've always felt like my home town has been… — Simon Armitage Copy Share Image
I wondered if people might not have had enough of Simon Armitage and wondered whether I hadn't had enough of Simon Armitage. — Simon Armitage Copy Share Image
This misfortune you find is of your own manufacture. Keep hold of what you have, it will harm no other, for hatred comes home… — Simon Armitage Copy Share Image
It reminds me to say that staying local should never be about looking at the world through a closed window, but about making a… — Simon Armitage Copy Share Image
I once stood in the middle of New York city watching my name go round the electronic zipper sign in Times Square and I… — Simon Armitage Copy Share Image
“I once swallowed my difference without water on an empty stomach.” — Simon Armitage Copy Share Image
The Huddersfield that I like best is a large town with a big heart and an open mind. — Simon Armitage Copy Share Image
“Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels. Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart.” — Simon Armitage Copy Share Image
