The winter does what it can for its children.

There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.

The ellipse is as aimless as that, Stretching invisibly into the future so as to reappear In our present. Its flexing is its account, Return to the point of no return.

You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.

Much that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves.

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through.

I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.

Reading is a pleasure, but to finish reading, to come to the blank space at the end, is also a pleasure.

The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes

And so we turn the page over. To think of starting. This is all there is.

In the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat.

the only thing that you absolutely have to know, is the location of the library.

I'm just a notch on your bedpost but you're just a line in a song.

Antiquities are history defaced, or some remnants of history which have casually escaped the shipwreck of time.

People can drink with their eyes; I can eat with my nose.

My sparrow, she flickers and wakes and sings and sings.

I had a nice time over Christmas. I watched EastEnders - blimey, that makes my job look easy!

We have only one alternative: either to build a functioning industrial society or see freedom itself disappear in anarchy and tyranny.

It is not enough to be a good player... you must also play well

A friend is long sought, hardly found, and with difficulty kept.

He's loved of the distracted multitude, who like not in their judgement, but their eyes.