The Devil will use our words and his dictionary.
Oh Wasn't it naughty of Smudges? Oh, Mummy, I'm sick with disgust. She threww me in front of the judges, And my silly old collar-bone's bust.
Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.
Now if the harvest is over, And the world cold, Give me the bonus of laughter, As I lose hold.
Norfolk would not be Norfolk without a church tower on the horizon or round a corner up a lane. We cannot spare a single Norfolk church. When a church has been pulled down the country seems empty or is like a necklace with a jewel missing.
On out deathbeds we're not going to regret all the work we didn't do. We're going to regret all the sex we didn't have!
Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. But to me it's the oil of life.
I'm investigating people who sacrifice trained killers to dark gods. Perfect, it will keep him occupied. In what capacity? Bait.
I think of myself as quite a confused kind of person, because I think there's so many great things about the world, but there are so many awful things too. I feel very guilty a lot of the time about enjoying my life so much when there are people living in such misery.
I think the increased ubiquity of the internet and networked computing in general allowed me to have some tether no matter where I was geographically. I could log in to a computer from anywhere in the world and access the same information and the same people. It allowed me to transcend the physical differences.
Imperfections define perfection