One man's ways may be as good as another's, but we all like our own best.

You have no idea what it is like to constantly disappoint people. You see it the moment you meet them. You see in their eyes that they expected something so entirely different, and here they are meeting... you.

Why was I born with such contemporaries?

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

One of my agents once said I was one of the most dangerous men in London, and I was so excited by that. For a few days, I walked around Soho snarling.