“We ran, as graceful as a burst beetroot.”

“Like a dying star, grace dissipates in a final burst of pale light, and is then engulfed by the black hole of "ungrace.”

“It never ceased to amaze him how quickly a small child's face could turn from peach to beetroot.”

“I ran across the following thought that I JUST LOVE & I thought of you......"I do not know where we will sit at the final banquet, but I suspect who will sit beside us - on our right will sit the person whom we have harmed the most. On our left will sit the person who has done the greatest evil to us. We will be seated between grace received and grace required".”

“We ran and the ghost of Graves ran with us.”

“Elinor could sit still no longer. She almost ran out of the room, and as soon as the door was closed, burst into tears of joy, which at first she thought would never cease.”