To begin, at the beginning.

Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.

I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.

This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed.

Too many of the artists of Wales spend too much time talking about the position of theartists of Wales.There is only one position for an artist anywhere: and that is, upright.

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

The moment of a miracle is unending lightning.