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'm 78, I'm on my pension in Ireland, and all that good stuff.

I, like everybody else, have lost most of my pension plan in this economic crash. So I have to. I'm going to call it I Slept With Everyone On Televis….

You're mugging old ladies every bit as much if you pinch their pension fund.