That, dillop brain, is what getting close to the Darke does. It makes you think only of yourself. It takes you away from people you care about. And now you don't have anyone to talk to and it serves you right.

When the Fyre inside is kindled and when the Time Is Right, anything is possible.

Things have a habit of working out, you know. Eventually.

Life was simple when you were a Shield Bug.

Things always look better in the morning.

Been having a fight with your blankets, Septimus?" A familiar voice echoed down the chimney. "Looks like you lost," the voice continued with a chuckle. "Not wise to take on a pair of blankets, lad. One, maybe, but two blankets always gang up on you. Vicious things, blankets.

...yelling doesn't make a thing any more possible.