Quotes from Anna Smith

This is where I come from. And it's where you come from. You'll never get away from that, and don't you forget it.

The most effective way to do it, is to do it.' Amelia Earhart

caballero" to the waiters. The last guy I saw doing that was Manolito in the High Chaparral.

Yeah. It's a Spanish thing. They respect age. They celebrate growing older. Not like in our country, where youth is perceived to be everything, and everyone over fifty is past it.

They'd jumped into his car and sped off onto the motorway, heading in the wrong direction for ten minutes before they even noticed.

She raised her glass and thought of what Frankie had said that first night she met him and fell for him. 'Not bad for a wee tart from the Gorbals.

How very dare you!

As soon as the pub opens, I'm going straight there to drink four pints in a row.' 'I'll try to join you once I've seen McGuire. That's if he lets me out again.

Depression is such a crippling, debilitating illness.

I never forgot her, Father. I never forgot her for a day.

Oh, Mum,' Rosie said softly. 'I missed you. Every single day. I have missed you so much.

If police were investigating Murphy's death and hadn't already written it off as 'not suspicious', then they would have to listen to Emir's story. She would call Don and run it past him. So what if it was Saturday morning and he was having the weekend off.

The kid looked up, her bright blue eyes a little picture of health. So innocent and trusting, Rosie thought. The look we all had before life comes crashing in and sweeps it all away.

There are . . . well, always have been, people in positions of power and influence who will bend and use the law to suit themselves, for their own gain. Those are the kind of wrongs we try to expose. And without being too dramatic, that's what drives us as journalists . .

Sometimes, when we look back on a great day as a kid, I wonder was it really as perfect as that, or have I just made it that way in my head . . .

She stood looking down at the spot where she'd woken up shivering after sleeping outside on her first night in London. She recalled the chill, the loneliness, the feeling that she'd been on the run all her life. But nothing had been stronger than the hope that surged through her that drizzly morning.

Now Rosie smiled to herself as she gazed around her at the bustle of human traffic around the station, each person with their own story, their own dreams. She had done all right. She'd come a long way. Her mother and father would have been proud.

my mum, who was my heart, who didn't live to see this, but who will be forever on my shoulder, inspiring me.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.' Mother Teresa of Calcutta

For my mother, who gave so much, and climbed a mountain every day.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky' Rabindranath Tagore

their drinks and headed for the back room. It stank of beer and cigarettes. But at least it was empty, apart from the pool table and a few old-fashioned wooden chairs and three tables next to some wall seating. 'That's better.' Rosie plonked herself on a chair, and they sat with their backs to the wall. She leaned across the table, looking from one to the other. 'So. You were saying

You'll be quoting from Braveheart next.' 'They can take our women! They can take our freedom, and our deep-fried Mars Bars! But they'll never take our shitey weather,

Ethics is knowing what you have a right to do, and what is right to do' Potter Stewart