My advice to the reader approaching a poem is to make the mind still and blank. Let the poem speak. This charged… — Camille Paglia Copy Share Image
“First is a poem, a ballad, out of Scotland. You may say there is no king in it, and of course there… — William Mayne Copy Share Image
We read Charlotte Bronte not for exquisite observation of character - her characters are vigorous and elementary; not for comedy - hers… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
When you're writing fiction or poetry... it really comes down to this: indifference to everything except what you're doing... A young writer… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“Still now I send letters into space Hoping that some mailman somewhere will track you down And recognise you from the descriptions… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“England has her Stratford, Scotland has her Alloway, and America, too, has her Dresden. For there, on August 11, 1833, was born… — Herman E. Kittredge Copy Share Image
The great poets have sympathized with the people. They have uttered in all ages the human cry. Unbought by gold, unawed by… — Robert Green Ingersoll Copy Share Image
Natural emotion is the soul of poetry, as melody is of music; the same faults are engendered by over-study of either art;… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Copy Share Image
“I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
In the beginning we were creating our music, ourselves, every night . . . starting with a few outlines, maybe a few… — Jim Morrison Copy Share Image
By means of Invocation, the being awakens, and awakening becomes fullness. By means of balancing, fullness becomes internal wholeness. By virtue of… — David Truman Copy Share Image
A friend of mine, a poet, Rebecca Wolff recently said to me, "You know, your stories are really voice-driven," and I guess… — Lynne Tillman Copy Share Image
“ Why Roses Crave Thorns " Petals detach from a wilting bud—a single stem plucked before fully blossomed. They descend in hesitant… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Isn't it interesting that in Acts 11, at the end of verse 26, it says, "The disciples were called Christians first at… — Chris Tomlin Copy Share Image
Tell me", he wanted to say, "everything in the whole world" - for he had the wildest, most absurd, extravagant ideas about… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And the first till last alshemist wrote over every square inch of the only foolscap available, his own body, till by its… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Poetry feels like a country I visit without a passport, where I look around furtively, grab hold of something precious, and try… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“In our hands we hold the shadow of our hands. The night is kind―the others do not see us holding our shadow.… — Yannis Ritsos Copy Share Image
“I honestly think in order to be a writer, you have to learn to be reverent. If not, why are you writing?… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
I was proud my father spoke Arabic fluently - his father sent him to learn Arabic from a sheikh - and we… — A. B. Yehoshua Copy Share Image
“Life is a poem It doesn't give us everything. Just some things. Two sturdy branches. A basket of dawns. If we stitch… — Jarod K. Anderson Copy Share Image
Muse of poetry, come to his aid, I thought. Could the man produce one more metaphor of husbandry? He seemed to be… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share Image
Now the story of Christ is simply a true myth: a myth working on us the same way as the others, but… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The starting point of a picture for any painter is a matter of colors and form...I believe that the poetry of art… — Georges Braque Copy Share Image
“The moon glistens in her dreamy eyes as she frolics in the dark forest. She’s got wild overgrowing in her bones, and… — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
“What say you to young Master Fenton? he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I saw God wash the world last night With His sweet showers on high and then when morning came i saw Him… — Dr. W. L. Stiger Copy Share Image
An underestimated element in poetry, that reading aloud makes clear, is the pause. I mean especially the force of a pause or… — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
He was weary of himself, of cold ideas and brain dreams. Life a poem? Not when you went about forever poetizing about… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
I do think digital media encourages speed-reading, which can be fine if one is simply seeking information. But a serious novel or… — Michael Dirda Copy Share Image
When things are going well, you do have the sense that what you’re writing is being fed to you in some way.… — Martin Amis Copy Share Image
Sometimes, when I am tired of so many oscillations, I look for refuge in a word which I begin to love for… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share Image
“My name used to be in the papers daily As having dined somewhere, Or traveled somewhere, Or rented a house in Paris,… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
Khairani Barokka is a writer, spoken-word poet, visual artist and performer whose work has a strong vein of activism, particularly around disability,… — Deborah Smith Copy Share Image
“My town of clouds and river Of terrifying minds and young dreams Streets with some people Good people smiling Train tracks of… — Abhijit Sarmah Copy Share Image
“Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime… — Lawrence Ferlinghetti Copy Share Image
I think all writing is about writing. All writing is a way of going out and exploring the world, of examining the… — Nick Laird Copy Share Image
I know some people might think it odd - unworthy even - for me to have written a cookbook, but I make… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
T.S. Eliot was one of the first poets introduced to me when I started studying literature and has felt like a close… — Penelope Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Heart; I named my lass sweetly; She danced to the mundane tunes of daftness; By nature she was midsummer madness; Or rather… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share Image
