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..

I don't choose. Normally it's the book that chooses me..

I am not the one who loves - It's love that chooses me..

I am not the one who loves - It's love that chooses me. When hatred with his package comes, you forbid delivery....

Dark times call for dark choices. Choose me..