“People are good but we don't really get to hear about them because the media is only interested in the freak show; it makes the world look much worse than it is.”

“You've got that look about you, like you've seen more than you should have.”

“Yes there are psychos out there but not as many as you think. Paedos make the news because what they do is disgusting. The millions, billions or whatever it is, of men who aren't paedos don't make the news.”

“We start each day with a blank sheet of paper in front of us, and what we write on it is up to us.”

“Despite the post-it note with her phone number on it, shes already little more than a fading memory. They all are.”

“In the dead hour the ghosts creep out of the bush and go howling across the dunes, screaming their unfinished business to the night. But I'm nothing to them so they ignore me.”

“How hard it is, to be forced to the conclusion that people should be, nine tenths of the time, left alone! - When there is that in me that longs for absolute commitment. One of the poem-ideas I had was that one could respect only the people who knew that cups had to be washed up and put away after drinking, and knew that a Monday of work follows a Sunday in the water meadows, and that old age with its distorting-mirror memories follows youth and its raw pleasures, but that it's quite impossible to love such people, for what we want in love is release from our beliefs, not confirmation in them. That is where the 'courage of love' comes in - to have the courage to commit yourself to something you don't believe, because it is what - for the moment, anyway - thrills your by its audacity. (Some of the phrasing of this is odd, but it would make a good poem if it had any words...)”