The hand of bone and sinew and flesh achieves its immortality in taking up a pen. The hand on a page wields a greater power than the fleshly hand ever could in life.

Most damning of phrases: He meant well.

Blogs are the main exception I make in my aversion to complex machinery.

That's what tears are for, you know, to wash away the fear and cool the hate.

But a topee is not a turban, and I had been my teacher's pupil before I became my husband's wife, learning to my bones that half a disguise is none at all...The moment my short-cropped, pomade-sleek, unquestionably masculine hair passed beneath his nose was the closest thing I've ever seen Holmes to fainting dead away.

In silent films, quite complex plots are built around action, setting, and the actors gestures and facial expressions, with a very few storyboards to nail down specific plot points.

...but somehow the madness around me and the turmoil I carried within myself acted as counterweights, and I survived in the centre.