Since the majority of me Rejects the majority of you, Debating ends forthwith, and we Divide.

Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.

Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.

I am always trying to 'preserve' things by getting other people to read what I have written, and feel what I felt.

I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.

Poetry is nobody’s business except the poet’s, and everybody else can fuck off.

What will survive of us is love.

So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house so many years ago.

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.

How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.

I can't understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It's like going round explaining how you sleep with your wife.

Originality is being different from oneself, not others.

Something, like nothing, happens anywhere.

On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes.