Earle Birney quotes:

The history of the development of contemporary writing in Vancouver from 1946 to 1960 is pretty largely a one-man show, and that man was me.

Mature art, I think, emerges when there's a certain balance

Through the cold time she holds me with evergreen devotion she bears up my whiteness.

Mature art, I think, emerges when there's a certain balance of tensions, when there's neither neurotic prostration nor cold rationality, but an aura of energy and a drive to grasp personal "truths" still emerging into perception. To grasp and to shape them.

The essentials of poetry are rhythm, dance, and the human voice.

It is not easy to free myth from reality or rear this fellow up to lutch, lurch with them in the tranced dancing of men.