It does not seem to me that I have the right to foist a story on people, most of whom are children who should be learning all the time, unless I am learning from it too.

She said 'Over my dead body!' so I took her at her word.

Hope is the forward-looking part of memory.

Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!

I hope your bacon burns.

It was only when Shona, in sheer fury, turned the carnivorous sheep among them that they moved. They ran, some of them with charming little white sheep attached to their legs or backsides and the rest shouting about monsters.

...don't spoil my learning process!