“Where does the hand become the wrist?where does the neck become the shoulder? The watershedand then the weight, whatever turns up and tips us over thatrazor's edgebetween something and nothing, betweenone and the other.”Simon Armitage 'Gooseberry Season', from Kid.
“I've made out a will: I'm leaving myselfto the National Health. I'm sure they can usethe jellies and tubes and syrups and glues…”Simon Armitage '*', from Book Of Matches.
“In a life, most of us turn no more than 45 degrees. Not muchcompared to those who turn full-circle in the slighest breezeor those who totally uncoil, but enough in the endto tell a bag of diamonds from a sack of coal.”Simon Armitage 'Crux', from Cloudcuckooland.