Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.

The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.

You could become internationally famous - you're Gemini, and according to antique authority have a literary talent, which of course your letters prove.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring clean... It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked useful but had seemed wrong, ideas he'd mislaid and forgotten... There was even a tiny lump of sun. He scratched his head. What could be done with all this rubbish?

It took the whole of Creation to produce my foot, my each feather: now I hold Creation in my foot.

You are who you choose to be.