“Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.”

“The hatred you're carrying is a live coal in your heart - far more damaging to yourself than to them. ”

“Give me a hot coal glowing bright red, Give me an ember sizzling with heat, These are the jewels made from my beak. We fly between the flames and never get singed We plunge through the smoke and never cringe. The secrets of fire, its strange winds, its rages, We know it all as it rampages Through forests, through canyons, Up hillsides and down. We track it. We'll find it. Take coals by the pound. We'll yarp in the heart of the hottest flame Then bring back its coals an make them tame. For we are the colliers brave and beyond all We are the owls of the colliering chaw!”

“We'll carry you for a bit. It's our turn.”

“my only desire is to teach the word o' man and leave the word o' Gawd to the pulpit men”

“Come and help to carry the tray down and we'll have breakfast. What a mercy I thought of bringing the breadknife.”