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..

I see something in her eyes, sends me to a better place..

She turned towards me and narrowed her eyes...narrowed them horizontally, not vertically..

I looked into her eyes. "Mom, who do you pray to?" I just pray, Daniel. That's all..

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you..

Hermione turned and beamed at Harry; her eyes, too, were full of tears. ‘…then I declare you bonded for life..