"But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin."
"If you blur your eyes, the streetlights become hundreds of ghosts going home."
— Iain Thomas
, from I Wrote This For You
(Central Avenue Publishing, 2011)
"Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism — to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity. Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea."