I don't think we are ready to die, any of us, not without being escorted.

If there were a better, clearer, shorter way of saying what the fiction says, then why not scrap the fiction?

I see no marks of Wordsworths style of writing or style of thinking in my own work, yet Wordsworth is a constant presence when I write about human beings and their relations to the natural world.

You are going to end up as one of those sad old men who poke around in rubbish bins.” “I’m going to end up in a hole in the ground... And so are you. So are we all.

I speak to the broken halves of all our selves and tell them to embrace, loving the worst in us equally with the best.

And anyway, I suspect he secretly liked it when a woman was cold and distant

I want to find a way of speaking to fellow human beings that will be cool rather than heated, philosophical rather than polemical, that will bring enlightenment rather than seeking to divide us into the righteous and the sinners, the saved and the damned, the sheep and the goats.