The breath that sharpens life is life itself.
Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win them back
Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.
Novels seem to me to be richer, broader, deeper, more enjoyable than poems.
Originality is being different from oneself, not others.