I could pretend, at least, and if I pretended long enough, maybe I could make it into a reality.

All right. Normal rules apply." "Right." The man walked off, leaving us. "What are the normal rules?" I asked. "He walks away and has a tea break and doesn't ask any questions.

One question," I said. "Did you tell me all that because you think I'm going to die?" "No," he said. "It's because you're doing something brave, and I felt I should too." "I'll take that as a yes," I said.

I had always assumed the weekend was a holy tradition, respected by good people everywhere. Not so at Wexford.

Can I tell you something you really don't want to hear? He's going to break up with you. - Stuart

Proximity doesn't breed familiarity.

Boo: "Go talk to her." Callum: "About what?" Boo: "Anything." Callum: "You want me to walk up to her and say, 'Are you a ghost?'" Boo: "I do that." Callum: "I love it when you get it wrong.