Quotes About Wendy Cope

I've said what I'm prepared to say in my poems, and then journalists think that you're going to tell them a whole lot more.

Reminded of favorite poem by Wendy Cope which goes: At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle. The cold winter air makes our hands and faces tingle. And happy families go to church and cheerily they mingle, And the whole business is unbelievably dreadful if you're single.