No matter what anybody says, we can't have it all. Not if you are a woman. Not yet.

Once an interesting idea or theme occurs to me then I would want to write a poem about it. The rest, frankly, is not difficult.

Humans, not places, make memories.

People are worms, and even the God who created them is immensely bored with their antics.

Soyinka's Death at Dawn, Auden's Musée des Beaux Arts, Stevie Smith's Not Waving but Drowning and Wislawa Szymborska's Some People come to mind immediately. But there are plenty, plenty more that I enjoy.

Things are working out... towards their dazzling conclusions.

I always wanted to write poetry, even when I was very young.