“May you be ordinary, as the poet once wished the new-born baby.”

“And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover.”

“Everybody must have wished at some time that poetry were written by nice ordinary people instead of poets—and, in a better world, it may be; but in this world writers like Constance Carrier are the well oysters that don’t have the pearls.”

“When a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies. They live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are.”

“You were born as an ordinary human, but make sure you die as an extraordinary human”

“Ordinary, said Aunt Lydia, is what you are used to. This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.”

“This baby will be born with a drinking problem.”

“Well…like, when you're born, you're a little baby, you're wrinkly and stuff, when you get older you sort of morph into a baby again…”

“Ooh, baby, your love is so bad
You, baby, you're driving me mad
Ooh, baby, your kiss is so sweet
You, baby, knock me off my feet
Ooh, baby, I wish you were mine
Ooh, baby, we'd have a good time
Ooh, what can I do?”

“Poets are born knowing the language of angels.”