These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade.

To begin at the beginning: It is a spring moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.

Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.

Oh, I'm a martyr to music.

The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.

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.

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.