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..

We know well only what we are deprived of..

I think there is this sensation of being deprived of something that you are entitled to have..

Time past, even God is deprived of the power of recalling..

Those who are one with deprivation are deprived of deprivation..

...the sole thing of which any man can be deprived is the present; since this is all he owns, and nobody can lose what is not his..

Technology has deprived the family of almost all its functions..