And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.

My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up.

I don't ... like rhythm, assonance, all that stuff. You just go on your nerve. If someone's chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don't turn around and shout, 'Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep.'

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.

I am ashamed of my century for being so entertaining but I have to smile.

But it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it.

The artificial is always innocent.