The Birds Fly In The Wrong Places

We're Meant To Be Friends But You Never Tell Me Anything.

Go To Venice. Find Scorpia. And You Will Find Your Destiny.

Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.

You Can Kiss Me If You Like," She Said. Alex Let Go Of Her And Turned Away. "thanks, Fiona," He Said. "but Frankly I'd Prefer To Kiss The Horse.

There's A Name For People With An Interest In The Moon," Alex Said. "they're Called Lunatics.