The ordinary can be absolutely miraculous.

I once stood in the middle of New York city watching my name go round the electronic zipper sign in Times Square and I felt pretty thrilled, but not quite as thrilled as I felt when I saw my name in the Examiner for the first time.

People who read poetry, for example, like the feel, the heft and the smell of a book.

This misfortune you find is of your own manufacture.

We still need a voice that thinks before it speaks.

If you were going to choose a way of making your way in this world and a place to start from, you might not choose poetry and you might not choose Huddersfield.

And wonder, dread and war have lingered in that land where loss and love in turn have held the upper hand.