Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

In all probability the Human Genome Project will, someday, find that I carry some recessive gene for optimism, because despite all my best efforts I ….

He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg..