If you're listening Big Brother, I refuse to be Fanny Price.

Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

Words can fall hard like a boulder loosed from a cliff. Words can drift unnoticed like a weed seed on a breeze. Words can sing.

If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme." "Bizarre and adorable?" "Just like you." "With rings in your pockets and bells on your toes" "Ooh, I should really invest in some toes bells.

Yes, we'll yell, 'Help, help us, goose girl, and bring the terrifying legion of warrior geese'.

For Colin Firth: You're a really great guy, but I'm married, so I think we should just be friends.