You came up this gut-wrenching road yesterday by yourself?" Cassie exclaimed. "You deserve a good cuffing just for driving this goat path on your own.""It's not so bad once you get used to dodging the ruts.""You've got some nerve calling these canyons ruts.""Cassandra Hudson, where is your sense of adventure?""I dropped it off going over that last rut-crossing when only two wheels were on the ground.""Those ones are a bit exhilarating, aren't they?" Alexandra shot Cassie a quick look and wink._"Keep your eyes on the road!""What road?""Exactly!

You don__ expect the goat to hatch the hen__ eggs. People do what they know very well. Don__ expect someone who doesn__ know what you know to do it for you. Do it yourself.

When you can break apart something, or look at it from some new angle, it loses its power over you.

When Geoffrey was away, the goat often took himself off. He had soon got the goats at Granny__ cottage doing his bidding, and Nanny Ogg said once that she had seen what she called __hat devil goat_ sitting in the middle of a circle of feral goats up in the hills. She named him __he Mince of Darkness_ because of his small and twinkling hooves, and added, __ot that I don__ like him, stinky as he is. I__e always been one for the horns, as you might say. Goats is clever. Sheep ain__. No offence, my dear.

Doing great work is a struggle. It's draining, it's demoralizing, it's frightening - not always, but it can feel that way when we're deep in the middle of it.

Let others slap each others on the back while you're back in the lab or the gym or pounding the pavement.