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

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

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

You have me like a drawing, erased, coloured in, untitled, signed by your tongue.

I always say that I'll have a go and see whether the poem works and if it does, then fine.

I'll be left writing picture books and fairy tales