I am made, crudely, for success.

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.

I liked looking on at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forgot it.

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

Opinions are like orgasms...mine matters most and I really don't care if you have one.

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.