Palindrome as well. My sister's name is Hannah. Father liked word games. He was fourteen times World Scrabble Champion. When he died, we buried him at Queenzieburn to make use of the triple word score.

Ill-fitting grammar are like ill-fitting shoes. You can get used to it for a bit, but then one day your toes fall off and you can't walk to the bathroom.

Individual words, sounds, squiggles on paper with no meanings other than those with which our imagination can clothe them.

Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.

Governments and fashions come and go but Jane Eyre is for all time.

If you expect me to believe that a lawyer wrote A Midsummer Night's Dream, I must be dafter than I look.

Sometimes choice is a luxury that fate does not afford us.