He says his aim is poetry. One does not aim at poetry with pistols. At poets, perhaps.

I've lost all capacity for disbelief. I'm not sure that I could even rise to a little gentle scepticism.

I cannot say that I write with any social objective. One writes because one loves writing, really.

Maturity is a high price to pay for growing up.

I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you might nudge the world a little or make a poem that children will speak for you when you are dead.

Seduced her? Every time I turned round she was up a library ladder. In the end I gave in. That reminds me—I spotted something between her legs that made me think of you.

Your opinions are your symptoms.