Quotes About Larkin

One of the good things about Larkin is that he still has you firmly by the hand as you cross the finishing-line, whereas reading Auden is like doing a parachute-drop: for a while the view is wonderful, but then you end up on your back in the middle of a ploughed field and in the wrong county.

Lincoln chuckled yet again. "What's that poem you're always quoting? About parents?" Teddy nodded. "Larkin.

Pike's mouth twitched, and Cole wondered if Larkin had noticed that Pike never laughed or smiled. As if the part of a man who could feel that free was dead in Pike, or buried so deep that only a twitch could escape.

Larkin hooked her arm around his, as though the Santa Anas would blow her away if she wasn't anchored. She glanced into the market.

HEADMASTER: I was a geographer. I went to Hull. IRWIN: Oh. Larkin. HEADMASTER: Everybody says that. 'Hull? Oh, Larkin.' I don't know about the poetry...as I say, I was a geographer...but as a librarian he was pitiless. The Himmler of the Accessions Desk. And now, we're told, women in droves. Art. They get away with murder.

If you tell a novelist, 'Life's not like that', he has to do something about it. The poet simply replies, 'No, but I am.'

There's a curse on me as there's a curse on the Larkin name. The curse comes back, again and again, to taunt me! Ronan! Kilty! Tomas! And now me! What are the Irish among men? Are we lepers? Are we a blight? Will there ever be an end to our tears?

are we just avoiding our one true destiny when we do that, averting our glance from Philip Larkin who waits for us in an undertaker's coat?

Now that's true poetic irony. I rush into battle to defend the fair name of Rose Larkin, and what does she do but fetch Robert to stop me.

The land of Ireland for the people of Ireland.

Cugel is a man of discernment! declared Bunderwal. I would rate him an applicant of fair to good quality, and I urge you to ignore his long spatulate fingers which I last noticed on Larkin the baby-stealer. There is a significant difference between the two: Larkin has been hanged and Cugel has not been hanged.

Since it was there, Larkin got another bowl, spooned up stew for himself. "He fights with us. We're an army." "An army? Talk about delusions of grandeur. What are you?" she asked Glenna. "Witch." "So, we've got a witch, a sorcerer, a couple of refugees from Geall and a vampire. Some army.

Crises The Prophetic

I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any-after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think?

I love songs, Patty Larkin, Sharon Stone, Mae West, and Marilyn Monroe.

Dixie?" "Yeah." "You ever try to crack an AI?" "Sure. I flatlined. First time. I was larkin', jacked up real high, out by Rio heavy commerce sector. Big biz, multinationals, Government of Brazil lit up like a Christmas tree.

My books have come many years apart and each one seems to reflect a period of experience. Ending the book is like putting a period on a certain movement. Interior and external - both.