Laurie Lee Quotes

United Kingdom, Poet
June 26, 1914 – May, 13, 1997.

Laurence Edward Alan "Laurie" Lee, MBE (26 June 1914 – 13 May 1997) was an English poet, novelist and screenwriter, who was brought up in the small village of Slad in Gloucestershire.

Also known as Novelist, Screenwriter

The rabble closed in; I was encircled; grit flew in my face like shrapnel. Tall girls with frizzled hair, and huge boys with sharp elbows, began to prod me with hideous interest. They plucked at my scarves, spun me round like a top, screwed my nose and stole my potato.

Laurie Lee
- Hair
- Grit
...because city honours are not village honours. Like certain wines, they do not travel; carry them back to the village and you find they are dust in your hands.

Laurie Lee
- City
- Travel

These poems were written by someone I once was and who is so distant to me now that I scarcely recognize him anymore. They speak for a time and a feeling which of course has gone from me but for which I still have a close affection and kinship.

Laurie Lee
- Time
- Feeling
This London, of course, with its hollow, drum-like name, is neither England nor abroad but something on its own, a walled fantasy of remembered tales.

Laurie Lee