Best 3 quotes of Iain Crichton Smith on MyQuotes

Here they have no time for the fine graces of poetry, unless it freely grows in deep compulsion, like water in the well, woven into the texture of the soil in a strong pattern.

The truth? What's that? Don't you know that the day has come when the truth is what we care to make it?

To come to the door and know that she would find no one: to see a house completely empty. It was like coming to her tomb while she was still alive.