“Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer had a wonderful way of working together.
And some of the time you would say it was luck, and some
of the time you would say it was weather.
They would go through the house like a hurricane, and no
sober person could take his oath
Was it Mungojerrie – or Rumpelteazer? Or could you have
sworn that it mightn’t be both?”
″‘How I wish I lived in a Jane Austen novel!’
I said I’d rather be in a Charlotte Bronte.
‘Which would be nicest- Jane with a touch of Charlotte, or Charlotte with a touch of Jane.‘”
When I look up, I see people cashing in. I don’t see heaven or saints or angels. I see people cashing in on every decent impulse and every human tragedy.