Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.

I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom, on the stairs, everywhere. The only way to write poetry is to read it.

When you have a child, your previous life seems like someone else's. It's like living in a house and suddenly finding a room you didn't know was there, full of treasure and light.

I like to think that I'm a sort of poet for our times.

Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.

I think poetry can help children deal with the other subjects on the curriculum by enabling them to see a subject in a new way.

Better off dead than giving in; not taking what you want.