These people were not only cheering, they were throwing flowers and hats. The hats were made of stone, but the thought was there.

What can the harvest hope for...

But ye gotta know where ye're just gonna rush in. Ye cannae just rush in anywhere. It looks bad, havin' to rush oout again straight awa'.

It seems that when you have cancer you are a brave battler against the disease, but when you have Alzheimer's you are an old fart. That's how people see you. It makes you feel quite alone.

The thing about stories is you have to pick the ones that last.

The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort.

Ordinary fortune-tellers tell you what you want to happen; witches tell you what’s going to happen whether you want it to or not. Strangely enough, witches tend to be more accurate but less popular.