No one is exempt and everyone's pain has a different smell. At night, when all the colours die,they hide in pairsand read about themselves—in colour, with their eyelids shut. - Craig Raine
He was making music - Howells, Finzi, Holst - so you could see the sounds in the serried air.Serried. Then just as suddenly empty when his sound-proof right hand closed off the notes. - Craig Raine
The task of the artist at any time is uncompromisingly simple — to discover what has not yet been done, and to do it. - Craig Raine