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..

Like all mad men, I thought everyone was mad except myself..

There's nothing I don't love about 'Mad Men.'.

Please, with the God talk. Hate to break it to you, but there is no God..