I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
I have a visual imagination.
Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you've got to burn away all the peripherals.
Mountains terrify me - they just sit about; they are so proud.
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.