Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last.

He gave you to me," she said, so low I could hardly hear her. "Now I have to give you back to him, Mama.

A general cry of "What book? What book? Let us see this famous book!

Character, I think, is the single most important thing in fiction. You might read a book once for its interesting plot—but not twice.

Are some people destined for a great fate, or to do great things? Or is it only that they're born somehow with that great passion - and if they find themselves in the right circumstances, then things happen? It's the sort of thing you wonder.

But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.