I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.

I don't know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish "Am I bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry.

Which is both gross and breathtakingly romantic. He could always have just gone upstairs and brushed his teeth, but he stayed and lurked by the fish for me.

Keep calm and carry on. Also, stay in and hide because the Ripper is coming.

People always say they can't do things, that they're impossible. They just haven't been creative enough.

Walk really, really carefully. It's not complicated, but if you mess up, you'll die, so pay attention.

It's always easier to say good-bye when you know it's just a prelude to hello.