I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost...but won't. It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.

And so I rehabilitate myself - staying up late this Friday night in spite of vowing to go to bed early, because it is more important to capture moments like this, keen shifts in mood, sudden veering of direction - than to lose it in slumber.

I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead.

I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.