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..

He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died, but I mustn't get my hopes up..

Let’s see . . . ah, yes, this is nice and cozy.” It was a broom cupboard..

Some things come with their own punishments..

I am not good at small talk. I will hide in a cupboard to avoid chitty-chat..

Your mind is a cupboard and you stock the shelves..