A Novel, In The End, Is A

However, I Began To Submit Poems To British Magazines, And Some Were Accepted. It Was A Great Moment To See My First Poems Published. It Felt Like Entering A Tradition.

In A World Without Air All You Breathe Is Adventure!

I Was Always Influenced By Language.

A Problem With A Piece Of Writing Often Clarifies Itself If You Go For A Long Walk.

The Poets Whom I Knew Then Were All Men And All Seemed Dauntingly Sure Of Themselves - Although I Am Sure That Really They Were As Uncertain As I Was.