For me, poetry is the music of being human. And also a time machine by which we can travel to who we are and to who we will become.

Christmas is taken very seriously in this household. I believe in Father Christmas and there's no way I'd do anything to undermine that belief.

My prose is turgid, it just hasn't got any energy

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

I'll be left writing picture books and fairy tales

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.

How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening?