If you fall down those stairs and break both of your legs, don't come running to me!

This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.

Shakespeare is just some bloke who keeps ranting "what light trough yonder window breaks" its the moon for god sakes!

I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet" - Georgia Nicolson

I couldn't believe it. It was unbelievable, that's why. My face was like a frozen fish finger. All rigid and pale. (But obviously not with breadcrumbs on it.)

He came over and ruffled my hair, which is technically assault. I could get on the blower to ChildLine.

Unbelievable! I said, "What would I be doing walking the streets at night as a stuffed olive- gate-crashing cocktail parties?