Any System Was A Straightjacket If You

Critics Write Out Of Intellectual Exercise, Not Poets. Poets Write Straight From The Heart.

Writers Tend To Be Addicted To Houses ... We Work At Home, Indulging The Agoraphobia Endemic To Our Kind. We Are Immersed In Our Surroundings To An Almost Morbid Degree.

If, Every Day, I Dare To Remember That I Am Here On Loan, That This House, This Hillside, These Minutes Are All Leased To Me, Not Given, I Will Never Despair.

Courage Is The Only Magic Worth Having.

Once I Worshipped Keats For Dying Young. Now I Think It's Braver To Die Old.