I can remember being in my pram: children stayed in their prams much longer then than they do now. A big bouncy pram with black covers and a hood with metal clips that could trap your fingers. I was looking up at my sister who was sitting on the pram seat, with her back to me.

To try to expunge an individual's history is a terrible violation.

Writing poetry makes you intensely conscious of how words sound, both aloud and inside the head of the reader. You learn the weight of words and how they sound to the ear.

Reread, rewrite, reread, rewrite. If it still doesn’t work, throw it away.

In a world without air all you breathe is adventure!

The poets whom I knew then were all men and all seemed dauntingly sure of themselves - although I am sure that really they were as uncertain as I was.

I would like people to come into my Dreamworld and then choose to stay.