You love him," he says. Not an asking, just a fact. "I do," I say. Also a fact.

I wish I had a hundred years, she said, very quietly. A hundred years I could give to you.

I was only following orders," the Mayor mocks. "The refuge of scoundrels since the dawn of time.

Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.

Shout for libraries. Shout for the young readers who use them.

What a sad thing men are. Can’t do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can’t build something up without tearing it down.

Limitations can be hugely creative and hugely inspiring - so long as they are the ones you choose for yourself.