There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.

I guess I'm just a heart-on-sleeve type of human being.

In terms of writing, I think something happens to you, and you think, "Oh I'm going to write about that. That's an emotional event." But obviously, if you keep going, and it's something you do with regularity, you've got to find other ways to write.

You can't just be reactive to the things going on in your life. You have to imagine, and you have to plunder other people's work, books, poems, ideas, observations.

And come, blue deeps! magnificently strown With coloured clouds - large, light, and fugitive.

It's amazing, the amount of detail and thought that goes into just an average day. Between the things you see on the news, or on the subway, or whatever, it all gets in there. You sort of shut most of it out, but it all goes in.

I don't know where emotion emanates from exactly. I'm full of it, that's all I know.