All I write about is what’s happened to me and to people I know, and the better I know them, the more likely they are to be written about.
But I hang on to books. I love them. I even think they’re very nice decor in a room – far better than paintings… That’s not quite true!
Well, I’m a light traveller. I chuck things away.
And some poets are far better read off the page because they’re very bad speakers. I’m thinking of one in particular whom I won’t name, a good poet, and he reads in such a dry, boring way, your eyes start drooping.
A terrible thing about getting oldish is that your friends start dying, and in the last ten years I have lost seven or eight of my closest.
I only keep books that I like very much. Otherwise I’d throw them out.
I used to fish the Border rivers, but nowadays you have to queue up for a shot and I can’t stand that.
Anybody who writes doesn’t like to be misunderstood.
When I go fishing I like to know that there’s nobody within five miles of me.
I don’t think of myself all the time.