The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.
when I was four I almost fell down the shaft of a tin mine and when I was five the car rolled over on the motorway and when I was seven we went on holiday and the gas ring blew out in the caravan and nobody noticed I've been dying all my life
Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.
Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.
Are you afraid, Tessa?
Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important--his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.