Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.

He was one of the many toads you have to go through to find the prince.

Mary Stewart will always be my goddess. I can pick up one of her early books - one I've read a dozen times - and still slide right into the story.

She surrounded herself with books at work and at home. Her living space was a testament to her first and abiding love with shelves jammed with books tables crowded with them. She saw them not only as knowledge entertainment comfort even sanity but as a kind of artful decoration.

If you can't dance on it, it isn't coffee.

Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable. She was thrilled to be back.

She doesn’t like you, McNab. “I knoooow. I find that really attractive in a woman.