And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died. Philip Larkin More Quotes by Philip Larkin More Quotes From Philip Larkin When I get sent manuscripts from aspiring poets, I do one of two things: if there is no stamped self-addressed envelope, I throw it into the bin.-If there is, I write and tell them to f**k off. Philip Larkin selfwritingtwo Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth. Philip Larkin wordsworthdeprivationpoetry 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.' Philip Larkin novelistspoetifs Things are tougher than we are, just Philip Larkin messearth One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the dame day as we do ourselves. Philip Larkin quirksdameslife-is I am always trying to 'preserve' things by getting other people to read what I have written, and feel what I felt. Philip Larkin always-tryingfeelspeople Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Above their scrap of history, Only an attitude remains: Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone finality They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love. Philip Larkin finalsageattitude This is the first thing I have understood: Philip Larkin woodsechoesfirsts Life is first boredom, then fear. Philip Larkin boredomlife-isfirsts Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them, you wish you'd had more hors d'oeuvres. Philip Larkin nextwishthinking I wonder love can have already set Philip Larkin dreamlovehands Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it. Philip Larkin ifspracticelife To write you must be warm, fed, loved and sober. Philip Larkin soberfedswriting I can't understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It's like going round explaining how you sleep with your wife. Philip Larkin organizationsleepwriting I didn't choose poetry: poetry chose me. Philip Larkin Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win them back Philip Larkin comfortwinninghome In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By loving others, but across most it sweeps. As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures. Philip Larkin loving-lifesleepmean I like spaghetti because you don't have to take your eyes off the book to pick about among it, it's all the same. Philip Larkin eyefoodbook Here is an unfenced existance Philip Larkin I think we got much better poetry when it was all regarded as sinful or subversive, and you had to hide it under the cushion when somebody came in. Philip Larkin cushionssubversivethinking
