New start or not, there was a line to be drawn, and that line was singing musicals to yourself as serious psychological motivation.

Do you ever sing in the car?" "Generally not. But I am driving a police car." "I think people would like a singing policeman. Makes life seem more like a musical. Like Foot-tastic." "You can talk for a long time about nothing." "I certainly can, you charming man!

What are you?" I asked. "I'm the Ghost of the Night Before Exams." "And how long did it take you to come up with that?" Jazza asked. "I'm a busy man," he replied.

Lecturing Brooks was as useful as lecturing a cat.

Once again, her parents' problems had run through her life like a piece of heavy equipment, smashing everything in their way.

I ran like a thing that runs.

Proximity doesn't breed familiarity.