I don't think of myself all the time.
People haven't got the interest in long long works these days. A lack of interest which I share.
I only keep books that I like very much. Otherwise I'd throw them out.
I used to have a great love for Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy, the big boys of the last century.
Well, I'm a light traveller. I chuck things away.
And some poets are far better read off the page because they're very bad speakers. I'm thinking of one in particular whom I won't name, a good poet, and he reads in such a dry, boring way, your eyes start drooping.