Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.

Sailing to an island unknown Failing to find your way home you walk under a sea leagues beneath us

I do all of my good thinking at over 65 miles per hour. The speed limit is, luckily, the same speed as my brainstorming speed.

The only thing was, she didn't really want to see the future. What she wanted was to see something no one else could see or would see, and maybe that was asking for more magic that was in the world.

It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don't.

How do you get 'feng shui' out of 'thoughtful'?

I didn't say I would start a yard." "You didn't have to. I'll come back next year and you'll have a nest of horses outside your window and Puck Connolly in your bed and I'll buy from you instead of Malvern. That's your future for you.