36 Total Quotes

William Collins Quotes

With eyes up-rais'd, as one inspir'd, Pale Melancholy sate retir'd, And from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd thro' the mellow horn her pensive soul.
William Collins
#Eyes

In a while, one of us will go up to bedand the other one will follow.Then we will slip below the surface of the nightinto miles of water, drifting down and downto the dark, soundless bottomuntil the weight of dreams pulls us lower still.
William Collins
#Bed

Words like feminism or democracy scare me. They are words with barnacles on them, and you can't see what's underneath.
William Collins
#English Poet #Democracy

Always mistrust a subordinate who never finds fault with his superior.
William Collins
#English Poet

Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
William Collins
#Poetry

I want my mind to be a sail, susceptible to any breezethat might be blowing across the lake of consciousness.
William Collins
#Mind

I would go into the kitchen for coffeeand on the way back to the page,curled in its roller,I would light one up and feelits dry rush mix with the dark taste of coffee.
William Collins
#Coffee

I think humor is a very serious thing. I use it as a way of weakening the reader's defenses so that I can more easily take him to something more.
William Collins
#English Poet #Humorous

Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead
William Collins
#Charm

But all they want to doIs tie the poem to a chair with ropeAnd torture a confession out of it.They begin beating it with a hoseTo find out what it really means.
William Collins
#Confession

Each one is a gift, no doubt,mysteriously placed in your waking handor set upon your foreheadmoments before you open your eyes.
William Collins
#Doubt

I would rather see words out on their own, awayfrom their families and the warehouse of Rogetwandering the world where they sometimes fallin love with a completely different word.
William Collins
#Words

I want to remove my hat, close my eyes,and feel the sun, warm and intermittent, on my face.
William Collins
#Eyes

In hollow murmurs died away.
William Collins
#Died

In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
William Collins
#English Poet

O Music! sphere-descended maid, / Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!
William Collins
#Music

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, / By all their country's wishes blest!
William Collins
#Rest

Faints the cold work till thou inspire the whole.
William Collins
#Work

I'm not dismayed that poetry's appeal is limited in scope. That's why we have National Poetry Month. It's a sign of its neglect, which isn't necessarily a negative thing. It's not like we have National TV Month.
William Collins
#Poetry

Poetry is the history of the human heart, and it continues to record the history of human emotion, whether it's celebration or grief or whatever it may be.
William Collins
#Emotions

Prior to Wordsworth, humor was an essential part of poetry. I mean, they don't call them Shakespeare comedies for nothing.
William Collins
#English Poet #Humorous

When a writer becomes a reader of his or her own work, a lot can go wrong. It's like do-it-yourself dentistry.
William Collins
#Work #English Poet

When words are put together in fresh ways there is a pleasure-giving quality in language, which brings a release of endorphins.
William Collins
#Giving

This is our nation's capital. To have Major League Baseball return to our nation's capital has a special significance, ... There's the opportunity to own something that has been a part of the tradition and legacy of the city and the surrounding area, and now can become part of the fabric of our community.
William Collins
#Baseball

But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her, barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor. She will look in at me with her thin arms extended, offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.
William Collins
#Handful

I would go into the kitchen for coffee and on the way back to the page, curled in its roller, I would light one up and feel its dry rush mix with the dark taste of coffee.
William Collins
#Coffee