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.

If you tell a novelist, 'Life's not like that', he has to do something about it. The poet simply replies, 'No, but I am.'

Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Clearly money has something to do with life.

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.

I'd like to think...that people in pubs would talk about my poems

Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, and don't have any kids yourself.