My mother insured that a life of petty facts and dutiful farming was kept at bay by her passionate intensity, which nurtured the essential dreaminess of his nature

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outline all our lives.

All damaged people are dangerous. Survival makes them so.' 'Why?' 'Because they have no pity. They know what others can survive, as they did.

We do have choice, but not without some agony.

Very odd, old age. Always knew it would happen, if I was lucky. I just didn't expect it so soon.

Poetry has never let me down. Without poetry, I would have found life less comprehensible, less bearable and infinitely less enjoyable.

Lucky people should hide. Pray the days of wrath do not visit their home.