It was an instinct to put the world in order that powered her mending split infinitives and snipping off dangling participles, smoothing away the knots and bumps until the prose before her took on a sheen, like perfect caramel.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.
I have had much to learn from Sweden's poetry and, more especially, from her lyrics of the last generation.

