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.

And it's a pity too that I've no right to open your letters. I hope you don't get many, or my conscience will give me no peace.

Hope is the forward-looking part of memory.

What makes you a real girl or boy is that no one laughs at you. If you are imitation or unreal, the rules give you a right to exist provided you do what the real ones or brutes say. What makes you into me or Charles Morgan is that the rules allow all the girls to be better than me and all the boys better than Charles Morgan.

I am a believer in free will. If my dog chooses to hate the whole human race except myself, it must be free to do so.

Pray use both cats as sponges if it pleases you, infatuated infantryman.

And indeed if you think you're a genius at something, what you achieve is very much according to your expectations; if you think you're no good, you're not going to get anywhere.