For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
Nothing whips my blood like verse.
I can work on a verse for a very long time before realising it's not any good and then, and only then, can I discard it.
All good verses are like impromptus made at leisure.
I'd rather be hissed at for a good verse, than applauded for a bad one.
'The Satanic Verses' was denied the ordinary life of a novel. It became something smaller and uglier: an insult.
As a rapper, your verses are like a window in to who you are.
I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.
Verse satire indeed is entirely our own.
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
When you can be this, why are you ever anything else? - Broken Verses
I wrote my own verses. Anything I did, I wrote myself.
But I do not want to use Hungarian verses for British people.
God prefers bad verses recited with a pure heart to the finest verses chanted by the wicked.
I've written probably over 200 songs that have a verse and a chorus and that's it.
You can be very religious and invoke the name of God and be able to quote lots of verses and be well versed in complicated theological systems and yet not be a person who sees. It’s one thing to sing about God and recite quotes about God and invoke God’s name; it’s another be aware of the presence in every taste, touch, sound, and embrace. With Jesus, what we see again and again is that it’s never just a person, or just a meal, or just an event, because there’s always more going on just below the surface.
Mostly the thought and the verse come inseparably. In my poem Poetics, it's as close as I come to telling how I do it.
Verse by verse, the Bible becomes more than theory. It becomes my firsthand experience.
I dabbled in verse and it became my life
I who once wrote songs with keen delight am now by sorrow driven to take up melancholy measures. Wounded Muses tell me what I must write, and elegiac verses bathe my face with real tears. Not even terror could drive from me these faithful companions of my long journey. Poetry, which was once the glory of my happy and flourishing youth, is still my comfort in this misery of my old age.