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..

She is a peacock in everything but beauty!.

Only you could love such a vile, selfish peacock, Evie..

I don't know if it's animalistic or what, but men become like peacocks with their feathers up when women are around..

Le geai pare des plumes du paon. A bluejay in peacock feathers..