In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.

You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you

She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you whatever you want.

This was the life I was going to be living, everybody separated from everybody else, hanging on for a moment only to be washed away.

As a person with terrible handwriting, I love the computer. I've waited all my life for the computer.

I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the next, visceral, ironic and relevatory-here is the full chaos of life. An amazing talent.

It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.