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 like being swept up in weather and observing it as something beautiful and giant. It makes you feel so minute. The only thing as big as that are yo….

It is a fatal fault to reason whilst observing, though so necessary beforehand and so useful afterwards..