Tea shook his head in dismay. “This is the end, Burt

Go back to the band, Egg. Please.” - Bex

My head’s swimming. Sorry, sis. I’m a useless brother. You’re best off shot of me. - Burt

I want you to kick Egg, Tea and Clipper out of the band!” - Daisy

Why am I the only one who thinks she’s messing with us? - Egg

Whatever you just thought of, I’m not doing it.” Egg

It feels like there is a giant man inside my head blowing up an enormous balloon. The balloon is made of spikes and the man is shouting very loudly.' Egg

Tomorrow I have to break Clipper’s heart. Really bust it open. - Tea

I got it wrong – I was singing for myself when I should have been singing for you all. - Burt

Does this make us the biggest band on the planet or what?” Burt

I gotta look out for my band mates. - Tea

A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.

I (God) am only a part of your own human consciousness, but a really bizarre part.

To be wealthy, powerful or famous does mot matter to me. Starting a social good ripple that will turn to an ocean wave matters to me.

Always dig through the thoughts underneath the words, and be authentic of being who you are.

A flirtatious soul misses the point of intimate trust relations.

Every man for himself.

Everybody has their own approach. I don't adhere to any one philosophy. I learn a lot from life and people - watching and other people watching.

The men who have had the most to give to their fellow men are those who have enriched their minds and hearts in solitude. It is a poor education that does not fit a man to be alone with himself.

The sovereign is called a tyrant who knows no laws but his caprice.