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..

Instead of slashing my wrists, I just write a bunch of really crummy songs..

Do you know why they're called mok-gloves? Because they go up to your wrists(pal-mok)..

Where are we going?” Annabelle asked, resisting his hold on her wrist. “To the house. If they’re not willing to be witnesses, then it seems I’ll have….

Reacher said, "So here's the thing Brett. Either you take your hand off my chest, or I'll take it off your wrist..

Billy here has been talkin' about slicin' his wrists again, so is there seven of you guys who'd like to join him and make it therapeutic?.

Why slap them on the wrist with feather when you can belt them over the head with a sledgehammer..

I'm usually pretty lame when it comes to physical activity, but I'm like a Jedi on the badminton court. It's as if my body was built specifically for….

My right wrist is connected to the left foot. You know, if the left foot doesn't work, the right wrist doesn't work, and that's really the truth..

There's something about shooting webs out of my wrists and climbing up things that just makes me happy..