Better off dead than giving in; not taking what you want. Carol Ann Duffy More Quotes by Carol Ann Duffy More Quotes From Carol Ann Duffy What do I haveto help me, without spell or prayer,endure this hour, endless, heartless, anonymous,the death of love? Carol Ann Duffy heartless prayer helping I think the dangers are different now. Our abuse of the planet and our resources is an anxiety. Carol Ann Duffy abuse anxiety thinking I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom, on the stairs, everywhere. The only way to write poetry is to read it. Carol Ann Duffy writing book way I think poetry can help children deal with the other subjects on the curriculum by enabling them to see a subject in a new way. Carol Ann Duffy enabling children thinking My prose is turgid, it just hasn't got any energy Carol Ann Duffy prose energy She stood upon a continent of ice, which sparkled between sea and sky, endless and dazzling, as though the world kept all its treasure there; a scale which balanced poetry and prayer. Carol Ann Duffy prayer sea sky It's always good when women win things in fiction because it tends to be more male-dominated, unlike poetry, which is more equal Carol Ann Duffy males winning fiction Poets sing our human music for us. Carol Ann Duffy poet humans I always wanted a child. Being a mother is the central thing in my life. Carol Ann Duffy being-a-mother mother children Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw. Carol Ann Duffy hate gold want The moment of inspiration can come from memory, or language, or the imagination, or experience - anything that makes an impression forcibly enough for language to form. Carol Ann Duffy inspiration imagination memories Between 9am and 3pm is when I work most intensely Carol Ann Duffy Where I lived - winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint,to break the ice. My broken heart -I tried that, but it skimmed,flat, over the frozen lake.She came from a long, long way,but I saw her at last, walking,my daughter, my girl, across the fields,In bare feet, bringing all spring's flowersto her mother's house. I swearthe air softened and warmed as she moved,the blue sky smiling, none too soon,with the small shy mouth of a new moon. Carol Ann Duffy daughter girl mother I am always pleased to be asked to write a poem. Carol Ann Duffy poetry writing I'll be left writing picture books and fairy tales Carol Ann Duffy fairy-tale writing book Every day is a gift with a child, no matter what problems you have. Carol Ann Duffy problem matter children You have me like a drawing, erased, coloured in, untitled, signed by your tongue. Carol Ann Duffy tongue drawing I always say that I'll have a go and see whether the poem works and if it does, then fine. Carol Ann Duffy fine ifs doe If I felt, in the event of a royal wedding, inspired to write about people coming together in marriage or civil partnership, I would just be grateful to have an idea for the poem. And if I didn't, I'd ignore it. Carol Ann Duffy wedding grateful writing How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening? Carol Ann Duffy april evening perfect
