That's where the money is, on the road..

No day in all my life had ever been as cruel as this one..

I love a good Dorothy L. Sayers..

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..

... what most people tell you a confidence for is to get something off their chest which hasn't really been on it. They don't necessarily want to hid….

But you don't belong here! You're dead!" I sobbed against his chest. "Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here-it's you..

I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest..

My heart was beating out of my chest..

If I showed you what was in my heart," she said, "it would burn you to a cinder. "I've tried to burn you similarly," it said, "but you never even not….

Every person has a revolution beating within his or her chest.

I turned and bumped by head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface..

When the ocean surges, don't let me just hear it. Let it splash inside my chest!.

Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines..

You are the home I point to that lives in my chest..

I'm just more content with myself. Like, if I've got something to say, I want to get it off of my chest..