Fear is the enemy, fear is the foe, if you run before it down you’ll go. But if you stand and look it in the face, God will pour into you the bravery of grace.

John was a man of few words and many grunts and one of his grunts could express a volume. He had a variety of them which he adapted as the situation arose. But they all seemed to express his view on life, the principle of which was, ‘you leave me be, and I’ll leave you be’;.

She’s only got eight fingers but she’s got them stuck in all kinds of pies, and she keeps her thumbs bare for testing new ones.

Come and sit down girl, for days you’ve been flying around there like a bluebottle.

Oh God, I’m sorry I bring trouble on people. I don’t mean to, you know that, you know that. And don’t punish me by taking Ned. Keep him safe that’s all I ask. That’s all I’ll ever ask again, just keep him safe.

Life was good except for – oh, yes, there was always an except.

Come on. There’s such a thing as overstayin’ your welcome.

Anyway, as they say, where there’s life, there’s hope. So let us eat.

The Girl was gone, buried in the past. She never wanted to hear that name again. She was a woman for better for worse. Whatever the future might bring she could face it as a woman, Ned Ridley’s woman.

Fancy feathers make peacocks, but you pluck them and see what’s left.