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“Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.” Beatrix Potter

“Come well prepared to any confrontation, any contest. As the saying goes, if you’re going to hang him, bring a rope.”

“If you’re in an argument, you’re already in the wrong. No fight is had in good faith.”

When people take pictures of me I feel a bit like an animal in a zoo.

The 24/7 headache I've had since last August has started to make me chronically nauseated.

I've devised a system of ages because I think ages are fun and useful. You know how fantasy novels have "it was in the end of the third age" etc? Well, congratulations, now earth has that too. There have been eight ages, but I shan't tell you what they are because it's under copyright—pending the publication of my little book.

"I was twelve minutes late. Twelve minutes! What is it, against the length of a life?—It's the start of a foul day, that's what it is."

That friend you fell rapturously, life-changingly in love with when you were eighteen and then never saw again.