They say eyes clear with age.

Depression hangs over me as if I were Iceland.

SEX is designed for people who like overcoming obstacles.

We should be careful / Of each other, we should be kind / While there is still time.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape. It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know, Have always known, know that we can't escape, Yet can't accept. One side will have to go. Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring Intricate rented world begins to rouse. The sky is white as clay, with no sun. Work has to be done. Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

I can't understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It's like going round explaining how you sleep with your wife.

I like spaghetti because you don't have to take your eyes off the book to pick about among it, it's all the same.