Bed Quote by Sylvia Townsend Warner

He is a great enough magician to tap our most common nightmares, daydreams and twilight fancies, but he never invented them either: he found…

— Peter S. Beagle

Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous…

— John Green

Tal told me he loved me, and told me and told me, but you don't tell someone that and then tell them they're not…

— Rachel Cohn

Sometimes by a woodland stream he watched the water rush over the pebbled bed, its tiny modulations of bounce and flow. A woman's body…

— Salman Rushdie

“She (my mother) could still recite them (the poems) in full when she was lying helpless and nearly blind, in her bed, an old…

— Eudora Welty

To realise belatedly that there are Swahili epic poems which rival their European equivalents for sweep and power has been exciting.

— Giles Foden

“Lies made it arduous to find a coffin that fit”

— Richard Carl Evans

Precise, graceful, and generous, the poems in SuperLoop, seem to be born out of a deep, careful attention and a profound compassion. Sometimes the…

— Ada Limon

Poetry is a lousy form of activism; it doesn't really change much. And maybe we can point to one or two historical times when…

— Daphne Gottlieb

Poems come from ordinary experiences and objects, I think. Out of memory - a dress I lent my daughter on her way back to…

— Sharon Olds

“[poems are] crystals deposited after the effervescent contact of the spirit with reality. (cristaux deposes apres l'effervescent contact de l'esprit avec la realite)”

— Pierre Reverdy

“She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings. ”

— Atticus Poetry