Poetry cannot afford to lose its fundamentally self-delighting inventiveness, its joy in — Seamus Heaney
I have begun to think of life as a series of ripples widening out from an original center. — Seamus Heaney
If poetry and the arts do anything, they can fortify your inner life, your inwardness. — Seamus Heaney
I’ve nothing against the Queen personally: I had lunch at the Palace once upon a time. — Seamus Heaney
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. ~from the poem “Digging — Seamus Heaney
The external reality and inner dynamic of happenings in Northern Ireland between 1968 — Seamus Heaney