Where does the hand become the wrist? where does the neck become the shoulder? The watershed and then the weight, whatever turns… — 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
