Michael Rosen
English poet and children's novelist.
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"I mucked about with his hair. His shoes
were where he left them. His shoes are where he
left them."
"You ask me how it's possible for me to carry on. I wonder
if I look like someone who looks like
it's possible to carry on."
"dear joe, your wild noisy huge brother is dead.
I couldn't do what my parents did:
bring two boys, four years apart through the maze."
"People are good," he said. "They'll all
be good to you. Except one."
It's nice of you to say you'll always remember him. You won't.
Sad is anywhere. It comes along and finds you.
Anyone who was once a child should have at least one children's book in them.
"It didn't work out the way it's supposed to."
He wanted to make a mirror. Glass, mercury and a wooden frame- the perfect mirror. But he was no good at it. So he went to the people he knew and asked them for a mirror. All they could give him were bits of old mirror. He took these home, stuck them on a board and hung it up. It's a mirror.
"Sometimes because I'm sad I do bad things.
I can't tell you what they are.
They are too bad. And it's not fair on the cat."
"Bloody music. I hate the way it infiltrates."
Respect is fatal, isn't it?
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