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 felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside..

Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

When he laughed in his throat, the butterfly laughed at me too. It's obscene fluttering corrupted me into darkness..

I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my chest. Butterflies, cardiac arrest . . . it was hard to say what exactly..

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music..