People pay money to go in there and that row thrown at them? Could stick your head in a bucket and whack it with a stick for free...

Everybody wants to fly. At some stage in their lives, everyone looks up in the sky and sees the seemingly effortlessness of a bird in the gulf of air overhead and thinks: I wish, just one time, that could be me.

You know what you are, young ’un? You’re the grand bloody panjandrum of the painfully bleeding obvious.

There’s nothing weak about beauty, child. The only weakness in it is if you think it means anything important.

Everything is funny from some angle, I assure you it is. It’s just a matter of where you’re standing.

Rain spat at him, and he looked up, thinking that alone was the way to be, because alone meant you were in charge of what could get to you and what you could keep out.

Fetter Lane,' read Edie."Fetters are chains. Like handcuffs, On your legs," said George."I know," she said. "They don't go in for cheerful, do they, these City people naming their streets? I even saw a Bleeding Heart Yard once. Had a horrible atmosphere. I didn't touch anything and got out as fast as I could.

You know what you are, young 'un? You're the grand bloody panjandrum of the painfully bleeding obvious.

Everything is funny from some angle, I assure you it is. It's just a matter of where you're standing.

There's nothing weak about beauty, child. The only weakness in it is if you think it means anything important.