Hope is treacherous, but how can you live without it?

Nothing like an arcane literary debate with your tyrannical master while you pass the time leading to your execution.

Please come back soon. The window is always open.

But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

Don't know how I kept going. You just do. You have to, so you do.

Southampton's barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.

Oh Julie, wouldn’t I know if you were dead? Wouldn’t I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?