For Scientists, Reality Is Not Optional.

Our House Is Like An Empty Cigarette Packet, Lying Around Reminding You What's Not In It.

I Considered Her My Ally, Because, Like Me, She Was Imperfect.

If You're Writing, You're A Writer. If You're Talking About It Or Thinking About It, I'm Not So Sure. Writing Is Ninety-eight Percent Work And Two Percent Magic.

Poetry Feels Like A Country I Visit Without A Passport, Where I Look Around Furtively, Grab Hold Of Something Precious, And Try To Smuggle It Back Across The Border. Any Poem I Get Written Down Feels Like Contraband To Me.

Restraint Equals Indulgence