I love a good Dorothy L. Sayers..

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..

And tears are heard within the harp I touch..

My pen is my harp and my lyre; my library is my garden and my orchard..

I've played everything but the harp..

The harp was so much more gestural and physical for me than the piano - something about bringing this instrument into your body..

I harp always on the 'idea' of life as I dwell perpetually on the existence of the moment..

It's defeatist to harp on what might have been, and yet, it's hard to resist considering what might have been..

If all the harps in the world were burned down, still inside the heart there will be hidden music playing..

O harp of life, so speedily unstrung!.

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here..

I've played everything but a harp..

Your body is the harp of the soul..