It Never Occurred To Me To Say

Compared With Me, A Tree Is Immortal.

Poetry, I Feel, Is A Tyrannical Discipline, You've Got To Go So Far, So Fast, In Such A Small Space That You've Just Got To Turn Away All The Peripherals.

One Thing, I Try To Be Honest. And What Is Revealed Is Often Rather Hideously Unflattering.

Whenever I'm Sad I'm Going To Die, Or So Nervous I Can't Sleep, Or In Love With Somebody I Won't Be Seeing For A Week, I Slump Down Just So Far And Then I Say: 'i'll Go Take A Hot Bath.

The Box Is Only Temporary.