Carol Ann Duffy Quotes

[The Moon] was a sobering sight, but it didn't have the impact on me, at least, as the view of the Earth did.

The moon, by her comparative proximity, and the constantly varying appearances produced by her several phases, has always occupied a considerable share of the attention of the inhabitants of the earth.

Veiling truth in mystery.

The moon is bland in color. I call it shades of gray. You know, the only color we see is what we bring or the Earth, which is looking down upon us all the time. And to find orange soil on the moon was a surprise.

Nature is wont to hide herself.

I knew I was born at the North but hoped nobody would find it out. I looked upon the misfortune as something so shrouded by time and distance that maybe nobody remembered it.

I'm really fascinated by the moon.

-I'm trying to make myself invisible. -That's an odd thing to attempt.

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.

the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy

I try to keep everything under wraps. Everything I can do to make sure people don't know what they're getting themselves into, I will do it.

People ask what the advantages are of wearing a mask, and the first thing, of course, is the mystery - people don't know exactly what Kane is thinking.

I don't want people to know what is true all the time and that's what keeps the mystery.

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

Truth, as ever, avoids the stranger.

There's the moon asking to stay long enough for the clouds to fly me away

Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this.

The art of nature is all in the direction of concealment.

Mysteries are due to secrecy.

What do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, silent moon. When evening comes you rise and go contemplating wastelands; then you set.

Blessed be the night, which conceals and protects things fair and foul with the same indifferent mantle.

It is the easiest thing in the world for a man to look as if he had a great secret in him.