If we think of what's up ahead, with climate change and wars over water, it's very frightening.

I write quite a lot of sonnets, and I think of them almost as prayers: short and memorable, something you can recite.

What will you do now with the gift of your left life?

She stood upon a continent of ice, which sparkled between sea and sky, endless and dazzling, as though the world kept all its treasure there; a scale which balanced poetry and prayer.

Having a child takes you back to all those parts of your own childhood that you had hidden away.

If we think of what's up ahead, with climate change and wars over water, it's very frightening.

I think the dangers are different now. Our abuse of the planet and our resources is an anxiety.