People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space, that you've got to burn away all the peripherals.

Death may whiten in sun or out of it.

And I identify too closely with my reading, with my writing.

The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.

…'It always has to end, doesn't it? We always have to separate.' 'Yes,' I said. He was insistent, 'But it doesn't always have to be that way. We could be together some day for always.' 'Oh, no,' I told him, wondering if he knew it was all over. 'We keep running till we die. We separate, get further apart, till we are dead.

The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought to put down.