You speak baby gibberish?' asked Jack. 'Fluently. The adult-education center ran a course, and I have a lot of time on my hands.' 'So what did he say?' 'I don't know.' 'I thought you said you spoke gibberish?' 'I do. But your baby doesn't. I think he's speaking either pre-toddler nonsense, a form of infact burble or an obscure dialect of gobbledygook. In any event, I can't understand a word he's saying.' 'Oh.

The cleanest souls are the easiest to soil.

I've got six months to sort out the hackers, get the Japanese knotweed under control and find an acceptable form of narcissus.

If you even think about asking Harry Potter for an autograph, your day ends right now.

Growth purely for its own sake is the philosophy of cancer.

I could almost see common sense and denial fighting away at each other within her. In the end, denial won, as it so often does.

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