“Vade MecumI want the scissors to be sharpand the table perfectly levelwhen you cut me out of my lifeand paste me in that book you always carry.”

“Your mistakes... Should always guide you to a better lifeAnd Not define you to help keep you in the past”

“If you really want space on public transport you should carry some pornography from the 1970s and a pair of children's safety scissors, then delicately cut out all the eyes of the glamour models whilst whistling. Every now and again mutter, 'Why are women more beautiful when they are eyeless?' You will be able to stretch out, though this can have ramifications such as ending up on a police list or being run out of town.”

“It's still not perfect, and maybe perfection isn't all it's cut out to be anyway. But it's good. It's really good. They say you can't always get what you want. But sometimes you can, and you do, even when you don't deserve it.”

“Blood of my Blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.”

“And i can't get you out of my head,how in the world will i beginto let you walk right out my lifeand blow my heart away?”