"In the darkest corner of the loft a plank lay over the joists, and on it was a whole dinner service: squat towers of plates, a mound of dishes, and all covered in grime, straw, droppings and blackened pieces of birds nests." Chapter 1, page 11.

"A fiver cures most things." Clive, Chapter 3, page 28.

"You Welsh are all the same," said Roger. "Sxratch one and they all bleed." Roger being disparaging about the Welsh, Chapter 5, page 43.

"Who'se going to rent to us when stuffed shirts from Birmingham pay eight quid a week so they can swank about their cottage in Wales?" Gwyn, Chapter 9, page 68.

"I feel like Im going to burst, and if I trace the pattern it goes into that. I'd nearly finished." Alison, Chapter 11, page 91.

"Oh, their name is on the books of the law, but I own the ground, the mountain, the valley: I own the song...