People hear what they want and expect to hear, not what is said.

Men are irrelevant. Women are happy or unhappy, fulfilled or unfulfilled, and it has nothing to do with men.

Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens.

Words are not simple things: they take unto themselves, as they have through time, power and meaning.

Poetry, I thought then, and still do, is a matter of space on the page interrupted by a few well-chosen words, to give them importance. Prose is a less grand affair which has to stretch to the edges of the page to be convincing.

Writers are always a great nuisance to publishers. If they could do without them, they would.

memory is so selective; wishful thinking presses it into service all the time.