We're not punished for our sins, lad. We're punished by them.

You can't argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.

Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.

I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.

The guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness. Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please

Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare?

You are a ghost, Andi," she says. "Almost gone." I look at her. I want to say something but I can't get the words out. She squeezes my hands. "Come back to us," she says. And she's gone.