“I was going home two hours ago, but was met by Mr. Griffith, who has kept me ever since. I will come within a pint of wine.”

As quoted in "Maia Mitchell: My Audition For ‘The Fosters’ Was ‘Crap’" by Sean Daly at The TV Page (20 January 2014) http://thetvpage.com/2014/01/20/maia-mitchell-interview-fosters/

The best holiday reads http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/jun/17/best-holiday-reads, The Guardian (17 June 2011)

TV Series and Specials (Includes DVDs), Trick of the Mind (2004–2006)

Song lyrics, Hounds of Love (1985), The Ninth Wave

Source: At Swim-Two-Birds

Source: Terre des Hommes (1939), Ch. I : The Craft
Context: I had a vision of the face of destiny.
Old bureaucrat, my comrade, it is not you who are to blame. No one ever helped you to escape. You, like a termite, built your peace by blocking up with cement every chink and cranny through which the light might pierce. You rolled yourself up into a ball in your genteel security, in routine, in the stifling conventions of provincial life, raising a modest rampart against the winds and the tides and the stars. You have chosen not to be perturbed by great problems, having trouble enough to forget your own fate as man. You are not the dweller upon an errant planet and do not ask yourself questions to which there are no answers. You are a petty bourgeois of Toulouse. Nobody grasped you by the shoulder while there was still time. Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the astronomer that possibly inhabited you in the beginning.
The squall has ceased to be a cause of my complaint. The magic of the craft has opened for me a world in which I shall confront, within two hours, the black dragons and the crowned crests of a coma of blue lightnings, and when night has fallen I, delivered, shall read my course in the stars.

On the Predicament of the Miners
The West (1996)