We Are All Citizens Of History.

The Kind Of Poetry To Avoid In The Pretty-pretty Kind That Pleased Our Grandmothers, The Kind That Longfellow And Tennyson, Good Poets At Their Best, Wrote At Their Worst.

Wine Is Poetry In A Bottle.

The Man Who Attracts Luck Carries With Him The Magnet Of Preparation.

Reading Is Not An Operation Performed On Something Inert But A Relationship Entered Into With Another Vital Being.

To Read In Bed Is To Draw Around Us Invisible, Noiseless Curtains. Then At Last We Are In A Room Of Our Own And Are Ready To Burrow Back, Back To That Private Life Of The Imagination We All Led As A Child And To Whose Secret Satisfactions So Many Of Us Have Mislaid The Key.