You want to be a writer, don't know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.

There are two sorts of people in the world: Those who listen and those who are thinking about what they are going to say next.

It's pointless to be critical of your stuff once it's done. I don't spend a lot of time agonising over it. It's of no importance once it's finished.

I have my books and my poetry to protect me

The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.

Somewhere in a burst of glory / Sound becomes a song.

I like working with sound; sound and rhythm. I like the abstract more than "What does that mean?" Nobody ever says to you, "Why did you use a harmonium?" Or "What is that ringing sound that occurs here?" The questions are always "What does that song mean?" or "What were you trying to say here?"