-Oh yes? Can you identify yourself? -Certainly. I'd know me anywhere.
(About a cookbook...) - What about this one? Maids of Honor? - Weeelll, they starts OUT as Maids of Honor...but they ends up Tarts.
People who didn't need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn't need people.
You know, you're rather amusingly wrong.
Just to keep the bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.
(About sweeping).... What he was in FACT doing was moving the dirt around with a broom, to give it a change of scenery and a chance to make new friends.
But that was just it - hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned.
Not liking Christine would be like not liking small fluffy animals. And Christine was just like a small fluffy animal. A rabbit, perhaps. It was certainly impossible for her to get a whole idea into her head in one go. She had to nibble it into manag...
His progress through life was hampered by his tremendous sense of his own ignorance, a disability which affects all too few.
Gytha Ogg, you wouldn’t be a witch if you couldn’t jump to conclusions, right?” Nanny nodded. “Oh, yes.” There was no shame in it. Sometimes there wasn’t time to do anything else but take a flying leap. Sometimes you had to trust to exper...
Nanny's philosophy of life was to do what seemed like a good idea at the time, and do it as hard as possible. It had never let her down.
