"When you dream, go to the edges, run for the blurred backdrops for they are the cheap curtains of your subconscious mind, and you will find that your nightmares are a half an inch thick."
"Humour seems to follow me around in my poems. I think if I'd been around to beat Wordsworth to those daffodils, I'd have written of how they played havoc with my hayfever!"
"How else could I write a love poem to you than standing in a fish with my buckets tied?"
"After all, life is a half rhyme of laugh."
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