Come on and eat with him. I promise, I won't let him kiss you again.

The more you can distract yourself, the better.

It's ideal really. They will come up with a plan. No one will like it. Everyone will feel they have been treated unfairly, but will be happy that their neighbors feel the same. And that is the nature of compromise. Now let's go eat an awful lot.

My mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.

Want a sugar cube? [...] They're supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They've got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I . . . well, if we see something sweet we better grab it quick. [...] You're absolutely terrifying me in that get-up. What happened to the pretty little-girl dresses?

Tick tock, this is a clock.

Fire beats roses again.