Trenton Lee Stewart Quotes

Life is a game and true love is a trophy.

I love to create interesting textures with language. You can do it as long as it seems like a discovery.

I think every writer has a book that haunts them, and on some level, every book you write is a reaction to it. 'Lolita' is that book for me. Nabokov's love of wordplay, descriptive detail, artfully complex plots, and his themes of obsession and lost love, are inspiring.

I love the feeling of creating pictures in someone's mind just by spelling out the right lyrical combination.

A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.

I've always loved rhyming. I love language.

Poets are always ahead of things in a certain way, their sense of language and their vision.

I love playing with words and texture.

I went out on a date with Simile. I don't know what I metaphor.

Of course I love winning things; I can't tell you how much I enjoy it.

As a lyricist, you love to hear other great lyrics or other great concepts.

I've been starting in new places year after year after year. It's just like when I went to Greece or the Philippines. I love when people think I'm a new artist. It's a chance to start over.

My strong suits, coming from poetry, will naturally be description, which I love doing. It comes very easily, and possibly structure, up to a point.

I've always been a fan of poetry. I grew up with Lawrence Ferlinghetti and the Beat poets. I really followed that stuff for a while. I just love the way people threw words around like they were painting.

I fell in love with rhyming when I turned 13. I was in junior high. I got into it, but I wasn't serious. It was just for fun.

I love clever lyrics.

What do you see when you see me?' She asked him, burying her own face in his bosom. 'Do you want the truth?' She nodded. 'The firing squad.' 'That's not the whole truth. Try again.' 'Insatiability,' he said with some bitterness. 'That's oblique but altogether too simple. Once more,' she insisted. 'One more time.' He was silent for several minutes. 'The map of a country in which I only exist by virtue of the extravagance of my metaphors.' 'Now you're being too sophisticated. And, besides, what metaphors do we have in common?

To be sure you know no actual good of me, but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.

Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.

Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.

When someone asks you, A penny for your thoughts, and you put your two cents in, what happens to the other penny?

She couldn’t picture anyone falling madly in love with such a person as Fish. What a name, Fish...Fish: think cold, slippery, detached. Benedict: think dry scholarly monk from the Dark Ages. Denniston: think English preparatory school, stolid country squire. Nothing about his name sounded the least bit romantic.

We are a people captivated by the power and romance of metaphor, forever seeking the invisible through the image of the visible.

Cut off my head, and singular I am, Cut off my tail, and plural I appear; Although my middle's left, there's nothing there! What is my head cut off? A sounding sea; What is my tail cut off? A rushing river; And in their mingling depths I fearless play, Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

But who can distinguish between falling in love and imagining falling in love? Even genuinely falling in love is an act of the imagination.