“If biscuits were stories, I'd bake a pan of piping hot fables right this second." (Bertie)”
“When I cannot write a poem, I bake biscuits and feel just as pleased.”
“If you're writing a story and YOU can't wait to see how it all pans out, then you are doing something right.”
“As though she had entered a fable, as though she were no more than words crawling along a dry page, or as though she were becoming that page itself, that surface on which her story would be written and across which there blew a hot and merciless wind, turning her body to papyrus, her skin to parchment, her soul to paper.”
“I'm not some whore you can buy with a pan of yummy baked goods, woman. How dare you insult me?”
“If it were me, I’d have punched her right in the face, I don’t care how good her bloody biscuits are.”