If One Didn't Have Love, Was It

To Call That Writing, Madam, Is An Insult To Quills And Ink Across The World.

You’re Going To Be My Grandmother.” “you Silly Child. In My Heart, I’ve Been Your Grandmother For Years. I’ve Just Been Waiting For You To Make It Official.

I’m Not Certain You’d Know The Right Sort Of Man For You If He Arrived On Our Doorstep Riding An Elephant.” “i Would Think The Elephant Would Be A Fairly Good Indication That I Ought To Look Elsewhere.

Never," He Spat Out, "kick A Man Who Is Pointing A Gun At You.

Tell Me Something Wicked.