"Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth."

“Life and literature is a question of what one thrills to, and further than that no man shall ever go without putting his foot in a turd.”

“What was the rock my gliding childhood struck, / And what bright unreal path has led me here?”

“Unknown Philip Larkin poem found in shoebox" by Richard Lea, in The Guardian”

“Poetry is an affair of sanity, of seeing things as they are, to recreate the familiar, eternalizing the poet's own perception in unique and original verbal form.”

“I never think of poetry or the poetry scene, only separate poems written by individuals.”