Frost isn’t exactly despised but not enough people have worked out what a brilliant poet he was.

Words want to find chimes with each other, things want to connect.

I certainly am interested in accessibility, clarity, and immediacy.

The ground swell is what’s going to sink you as well as being what buoys you up. These are clichés also, of course, and I’m sometimes interested in how much one can get away with.

One will never again look at a birch tree, after the Robert Frost poem, in exactly the same way.

Form is a straitjacket in the way that a straitjacket was a straitjacket for Houdini.

The point of poetry is to be acutely discomforting, to prod and provoke, to poke us in the eye, to punch us in the nose, to knock us off our feet, to take our breath away.

Confusion is what we're living with - not being able to make sense of what's happening to us from day to day. Whereas making sense is what we're aiming for - making sense.

That's one of the great things about poetry; one realises that one does one's little turn - that you're just part of the great crop, as it were.

I believe that these devices like repetition and rhyme are not artificial, that they're not imposed, somehow, on the language.

I suppose for whatever reason I actively welcome being put down, something which perhaps goes back to my upbringing - that accusation of not being worthy which could be laid at one's door.

The focus of innovations and investments need to shift from slogging innovations like phone and, drone type innovations to solve real problems that are killing the inhabitants of the planet.

When you write, you want to get rid of the world, do you not? Of course you do. When you're writing, you're creating your own worlds.

Hello. It is Monday. I live in Sun City. Sun City is a city that is entirely contained inside an enormous concrete building in the shape of a sun. Its rays house our living quarters

A secretary must think like a man act like a lady look like a girl and work like a dog.

We could never learn to be brave and patient, if there were only joy in the world.

We could never know who we truly were until we heard the whispers of the stars.

My grandmother worked on a fruit and vegetable market stall.

Be brutally honest about the short term and optimistic and confident about the long term.

In Judo, he who thinks is immediately thrown.

It is impossible to overlook the extent to which civilization is built upon a renunciation of instinct.