Like The Sand And The Oyster, It's

My Prose Is Turgid, It Just Hasn't Got Any Energy

Poetry, Above All Is A Series Of Intense Moments ­ Its Power Is Not In Narrative. I'm Not Dealing With Facts, I'm Dealing With Emotion.

I Like To Use Simple Words, But In A Complicated Way.

Christmas Is Taken Very Seriously In This Household. I Believe In Father Christmas And There's No Way I'd Do Anything To Undermine That Belief.

She Stood Upon A Continent Of Ice, Which Sparkled Between Sea And Sky, Endless And Dazzling, As Though The World Kept All Its Treasure There; A Scale Which Balanced Poetry And Prayer.