I've never been more famous than I was, suddenly, in 1986.

Write to amuse? What an appalling suggestion! I write to make people anxious and miserable and to worsen their indigestion.

I've said what I'm prepared to say in my poems, and then journalists think that you're going to tell them a whole lot more.

I like buying clothes, especially as I get a tax-deductible allowance.

The interesting thing is that you don't often meet a poet who doesn't have a sense of humour, and some of them do keep it out of their poems because they're afraid of being seen as light versifiers.

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave— They got quarters and I had a half. And that orange it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park This is peace and contentment. It's new. The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all my jobs on my list And enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. I'm glad I exist.

I think it's a question which particularly arises over women writers: whether it's better to have a happy life or a good supply of tragic plots.