My daughter is a fantastic travelling companion - she's totally organised, whereas I'm hopeless.

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

Every war has turning points and every person too.

I was pretty far gone, but not so far gone that I thought anyone with half a toehold in reality would think what we were doing was a good idea.

Fate is trying to kill me. I miss my dog. What's a doctor going to say? You're not ill, you're mad as a muffin? They'll either lock me up or tell me to get a grip and no one will believe the truth anyway.

I frightened myself. I became the ghost Piper was so scared of.

If you have the patience to wait and watch, history will reshape truth (weakest of all forces, and weightless) in the image of opinion. What really happened will cease to matter and, eventually, cease to exist.