Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.

It is best to meet in a cul-de-sac, A palace of velvet With windows of mirrors. There one is safe, There are no family photographs, No rings through the nose, no cries.

…beating time along the edge of thought.

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.

How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

I'm about fifty years behind as far as my preferences go and I must say that the poets who excite me most are the Americans. There are very few contemporary English poets that I admire.