What do you feel? I’ve never been asked this question once. None of us has. We aren’t supposed to feel. We’re British.

They don't know what they're in for at Spence, getting me, a ghost of a girl who'll nod and smile and take her tea but who isn't really here.

No one can steal our dream.

Why does anyone do anything? Belief. A belief that they are right and just in their actions. Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son, Isaac, because he believed that God had commanded it. To kill your son is unthinkable. A crime. But if you are acting in the belief that your God, your supreme deity whom you must obey, has demanded it of you, is it still a crime?

Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more.

The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.

It's always darkest before the ultimate sparkle.