I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.

Life is first boredom, then fear.

When I get sent manuscripts from aspiring poets, I do one of two things: if there is no stamped self-addressed envelope, I throw it into the bin.-If there is, I write and tell them to f**k off.

Most things may never happen: this one will.

I am always trying to 'preserve' things by getting other people to read what I have written, and feel what I felt.

It is fatal to decide, intellectually, what good poetry is because you are then in honour bound to try to write it, instead of the poems that only you can write.

One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the dame day as we do ourselves.