The Breath That Sharpens Life Is Life

I Think Writing About Unhappiness Is Probably The Source Of My Popularity, If I Have Any - After All, Most People Are Unhappy, Don't You Think?

What Will Survive Of Us Is Love.

Dear, I Can't Write, It's All A Fantasy: A Kind Of Circling Obsession.

I'd Like To Think...that People In Pubs Would Talk About My Poems

It Becomes Still More Difficult To Find
words At Once True And Kind,
or Not Untrue And Not Unkind.