I always return to Paris, taking my selves along - past self, customary self, the self I never had. — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
being asked to decide between your passion for work and your passion for children was like being asked by your doctor whether you preferred… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
I had a perfect confidence, still unshaken, in books. If you read enough you would reach the point of no return. You would cross… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
The poor South. Already guilty of slavery, it became guilty of cigarettes. — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
It seems an odd idea to my students that poetry, like all art, leads us away from itself, back to the world in which… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
poetry ... shows with a sudden intense clarity what is already there. — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
I always return to Paris, taking my selves along - past self, customary self, the self I never had. — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
