My mother was a terrific force in my life. Wartime-generation woman, hadn't gone to university but should have done. Was very funny, very verbal, very clever, very witty.

Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.

It's not so bad."
Melancholia looked at her. "You're lying."
"I'll get used to it. So will you."
"I... I don't think I'll be able to."
"I'll be there to help when you need it."
"But I hate you."
Valkyrie smiled. "No you don't."
"No, I do. I want to kill you and stuff."
"We actually became friends in those caves."
"That's not what happened, " said Melancholia.
"We're pals. We're buddies.”
"If my wrists weren't in shackles, my hands would be round your throat."
"You want to hug my throat because we're friends.

There is nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you LOSE when it becomes weird.

A cunning linguist always gets his licks in.

My whole life, my mother told me I would have SAG to fall back on. When I see a woman in her mid-40s or mid-50s working, I know it makes things better for me.