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..

No one had to impose my enemies on me. I selected them myself. I didn't avoid them: I pointed them out, marked them, attacked them..

Think of it! A second chamber selected by the Whips. A seraglio of eunuchs..