It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.

You have to write a lot. And you have to rewrite what you wrote a lot more.

I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.

After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.

Lie until even you believe it - that's the real secret of lying

Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.

So I'm scared, because you're not just not human, you're not like anyone....there's nobody like you in all the world and it's you I want. I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.