People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world of growth and suffering where the real books are people's minds and souls.

Dancing is the normal prelude to intercourse.

If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.

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

Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy & peaceful.

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.