Here silence stands Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.

Novels seem to me to be richer, broader, deeper, more enjoyable than poems.

Sexual intercourse began in 1963 ... / Between the end of the Chatterley ban/ and the Beatles first LP

You have to distinguish between things that seemed odd when they were new but are now quite familiar, such as Ibsen and Wagner, and things that seemed crazy when they were new and seem crazy now, like 'Finnegans Wake' and Picasso.

Clearly money has something to do with life.

I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.

Originality is being different from oneself, not others.