Fiction Is A Sort Of Inter-human Magic,

Given My Own Circumstances, I Find That Anything Can Turn Out To Belong Nearly Anywhere.

Nine-tenths Of Human Law Is About Possession.

If The Lord Hasn't Got A Boyfriend Lined Up For Me To Marry, That's His Business.

How Is It Right To Slip Free Of An Old Skin And Walk Away From The Scene Of The Crime? We Came, We Saw, We Took Away And We Left Behind, We Must Be Allowed Our Anguish And Our Regrets.

There Are Some Who'd Hardly Lift A Finger For Kindness, But They Would Haul Up A Load Of Rock To Dump On Some Soul They Think's Been Too Lucky.