It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

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

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

... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.

If you want a definition of poetry, say: Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing and let it go at that.

I have just had eighteen whiskeys in a row. I do believe that is a record.

My birthday began with the water - Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.