97 Quotes by Stevie Smith

The human creature is alone in his carapace. Poetry is a strong way out.

The sea was angry that day my friend, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.

I’m sorry to say my dear wife is a dreamer, and as she dreams she gets paler and leaner. Then be off to your Dream, with his fly-away hat, I stay with the girls who are happy and fat.

Oh Lion in a peculiar guise, Sharp Roman road to Paradise, Come eat me up, I’ll pay thy toll With all my flesh, and keep my soul.

I’ll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I’ll have your heart, your life.

The flower and fruit of love are mine The ant, the fieldmouse and the mole.

Death’s not a separation or alteration or parting; it’s just a one-handled door.

I like to see cats in movement. A galloping cat is a fine sight. See it cross the road in a streak, cursed by the drivers of motor cars and buses, dodging the butcher’s bicycle, coming safe to the kerb and bellying under its home gate.

If there wasn’t death, I think you couldn’t go on.