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 got over the loss of his desk and chair, but never the desire to produce a string of words more precious than the emeralds of Cortés..

I wanted to be in The Emerald Forest. I chased that one for six months before it all came about. I wanted to work with John Boorman!.

Not even the Emerald Isle itself was as green as the grass that grew in Ebbets Field..

The prose poem Walk The Red Road is great stuff and deserves to be read aloud. It compares quite favorably to The Walls Of Emerald by Li Chiang Yen, ….

I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire.

Whatever anyone does or says, I must be emerald and keep my colour..

Whatever any one does or says, I must be good; just as if the emerald were always saying this: "Whatever any one does or says, I must still be emeral….