At one point I took on a new job, and I just didn't have time to do anything but work.

A family is a mystery.

I'm not sure that the benefit - as a writer and as a citizen - that I would get from reading at least the front page of the Times every day or every other day would outweigh the depression.

Poets are like steam valves, where the ordinary feelings of ordinary people can escape and be shown.

We're all taking on too much, we're all asking too much of ourselves. We're all wishing we could do more, and therefore just doing more.

The amount of horror one used to hear about in one village could be quite extreme. But one might not have heard about all the other villages' horrors at the same time.

The older I get, the more I feel.