The vote means nothing to women. We should be armed.

Writers, however mature and wise and eminent, are children at heart.

I'm a tuning fork, tense and twanging all the time.

When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season.

Countries are either mothers or fathers, and engender the emotional bristle secretly reserved for either sire.

shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.

... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring.