"Ewan, do you love me?"

"Yeah. I love you one million and sixty-five."

Well, that's a lot of love.

“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?”

Oh Macbeth, you ain't got nothin' on Othello.

Today Lukey and Simon are coming round to dinner so I need to put the book down, pick up the hoover and put the chicken in the oven like a good little woman!

Shakespeare feels my paranoia, man.

'But Heaven in thy creation did decree,
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts of thy heart's working be,
Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow,
If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show.'

“Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.”

I have been dreaming about talking to 'turkeys' about Christmas dinner.

I have been working extremely hard and finally feel comfortable enough with 'The Kite Runner' to write about it objectively.

I have finally realised the extent of my own passion for History - it's my best subject.

I have been getting closer to my awesome new friends up here in the drizzly Midlands.

I have been talking to truths and standing up to lies.

I have just begun a new book for Literature - 'A Small Island' by Andrea Levy. I'm on page twenty six and already enjoying the atmosphere of it muchly.

I have not yet gained the ability to stop singing the Hairspray soundtrack at random moments throughout the day.

I have got to stop beginning sentences with 'I have'.

Toodley-poodleys!