I certainly am interested in accessibility, clarity, and immediacy.

Words want to find chimes with each other, things want to connect.

The ground swell is what’s going to sink you as well as being what buoys you up. These are clichés also, of course, and I’m sometimes interested in how much one can get away with.

One will never again look at a birch tree, after the Robert Frost poem, in exactly the same way.

Form is a straitjacket in the way that a straitjacket was a straitjacket for Houdini.

The point of poetry is to be acutely discomforting, to prod and provoke, to poke us in the eye, to punch us in the nose, to knock us off our feet, to take our breath away.

Confusion is what we're living with - not being able to make sense of what's happening to us from day to day. Whereas making sense is what we're aiming for - making sense.

That's one of the great things about poetry; one realises that one does one's little turn - that you're just part of the great crop, as it were.

I believe that these devices like repetition and rhyme are not artificial, that they're not imposed, somehow, on the language.

I suppose for whatever reason I actively welcome being put down, something which perhaps goes back to my upbringing - that accusation of not being worthy which could be laid at one's door.

If the poem has no obvious destination, there's a chance that we'll be all setting off on an interesting ride.

Beware of a client who's suing on principle and paying by the hour. He rarely gets his money's worth.

You have to reach out to your inner-abuser and make peace. You can't live your life as your own worst enemy!

If there were rankings for press conferences, I wouldn't have to worry about dropping out of the top five, I hope.

We can never be quite clear whether we are referring to the world as it is or to the world as we see it.

People leave managers, not companies

I think I was 5ft 9in at birth.

I'm not afraid of a rant, am I? I've got to that point where I've just become a woman; I think I've just grown.

The world is so dreadfully managed, one hardly knows to whom to complain.

Beauty is essentially spiritual. The authentic beauty lies in the heart.