“And you will always be my most beautiful someone.”

There are parts of me that beg him to devour all of me.

The art of harvesting pain – poetry.

Poetry is not a cure for sadness but it makes the pain bearable.

I’m laying bare still untouched by the hands I crave completely taken by words.

You didn’t need to make her cuts this deep.

She dances barefoot through the smoke upon ashes from a broken world  – she is hope.

A loving reminder at least we are lonely together.

Steal back your heart – self-love.

And then I understood you were never my rescue yet always my escape.

He may never slay a dragon but he will grow old with you begging for death to leave you alone.

And they wrapped her in darkness until she became it – Lilith.

Are you aware of the wilderness you awoke when you broke me?

Her poetry  – a sweet symphony of madness.

I just want to lay in your arms dressed in nothing but love and moonlight.

She tried building walls but a heart of fire and air breath and spirit cannot be confined.

They saw her beaten and broken I saw the birth of a warrior.

Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.

The best colour in the whole world is the one that looks good on you.

The Holy Spirit loves to shape unity from the most beautiful and harmonious diversity.

The most beautiful world is always entered through imagination.

I would love to do a movie naked; it would be beautiful. No one dares make that kind of film today. They did it in the 1930s in an arty way, so why not now?

The prime function of the children’s book writer is to write a book that is so absorbing, exciting, funny, fast and beautiful that the child will fall in love with it.

I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.

The object of education is to teach us to love what is beautiful.