You're Never Too Young To Die.

You're Nothing If You're Not Special.

I Don't Know Anything!' Tim(caleb) Wailed. He'd Never Spoken A Truer Word In His Life.

Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.

We're Meant To Be Friends But You Never Tell Me Anything.

Until He Lost All His Money, My Father Was A Successful North London Jewish Businessman. He Was Unusual Among His Immediate Family In That He Was Enormously Cultured And Had An Incredible Library.