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..

The intangibles are a euphemism for we have no idea what we're looking for but we know it when we see it..

Spoilt is a euphemism for loved..

"Striking looking." That's a euphemism if I ever heard one..

Gratitude is a euphemism for resentment..

Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever hear….