Jolly good!" ... King [George VI] exclaimed [after Queen Elizabeth fired the gun at
Hitler's photograph]. "You got him right in the n-n-n-naughty bits."... "Good," she said. "That's where I was aiming.
His one indulgence was attending the occasional Chelsea Blues game.
Pull yourself together. You can have a nice big breakdown after you get back to London.…
I’m through allowing myself to be confined to so-called ‘women’s work.’ I’m also through with patronizing men giving me half-truths and withholding information. That will end here and now.
Without the freedom to criticize, there is no true praise.
Please,” David said, “we’re British—we adore animals. It’s children we can’t stand. That’s why we invented boarding schools. More tea?
The Black Dog of depression was dirty and scarred, feral and rabid. He lurked in the night, yellow eyes gleaming, waiting for a chink in the armor, a weakness, a vulnerability, a memory. And then, jaws wide and fangs sharp, he would leap.