Poetry cannot be defined, only experienced

Come to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It's too high! Come to the edge! And they came, and he pushed, and they flew.

Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader’s head.

And he who is forever talking about enemies / Is himself the enemy!

Come to the edge.We might fall.Come to the edge.It's too high!COME TO THE EDGE!And they cameAnd he pushedAnd they flew.

Honour to Agamemnon is a thing / That he can pick, pick up, put back, pick up again, / A somesuch you might find beneath your bed.

Cloud travel is well and good when you have mastered the landings. I never have. I must live, not dream about living.

As when we can recall so vividlyWe almost touch, Or think of all the gestures that we failedTo make.

Values offer focus amidst the chaos.

It's no good being nice and young and naive. There's no good in that at all. You've got to do it all yourself, and you've gotta learn quick. And you can't look for sympathy either.

When our interests and values are at stake, we have a responsibility to act.

The extinction rate is so huge now, we're to the stage where we've got to set up recombinant ecologies. There are no longer enough species left, anywhere, to hold the system together.

Recognize and embrace your flaws so you can learn from them. Sometimes it takes a little polishing to truly shine.

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

I don't come to tournaments to make friends, to go to parties, to hold conversations. I come to be the best, and I'm not mean and cruel and dirty.

A deal of the world's sound happiness is lost through Shyness.