You had to feel the swell change. You had to go with the change. He told me that. No eye is on the sparrow but he did tell me that.

His Eye Is on the Sparrow.

I was raised an Episcopalian. And I did not and I don't believe that anyone is looking out for me personally.

A pool is water, made available and useful, and is, as such, infinitely soothing to the western eye.

That's something we have to feel out. It occurred to me to begin with, as a way of taking it a step further, but there's another argument that the step further may be a bridge too far.

The clothes chosen for me as a child had a strong element of the Pre-Raphaelite, muted greens and ivories, dusty rose, what seems in retrospect an eccentric amount of black.