I dinna trust him," said Slightly Mad Angus. "He reads books an' such.

It was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.

Dedication: My thanks to the people who showed me that opera was stranger than I could imagine. I can best repay their kindness by not mentioning their names here.

Few things are hidden from a quiet child with good eyesight.

It must be powerful language if you canna make oout what the heel it’s goin’ on aboot!

Oh, there's plenty of reasons. I just don't know which one.

People couldn't become truly holy, he said, unless they also had the opportunity to be definitively wicked.