And now he's down this for me. He's made me famous. He's put my name on the world.

All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.

Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.

It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.

Sometimes if you want something badly enough, you can make it happen. If you miss someone so desperately that it wrecks your insides, you say their name over and over until you conjure then. It's called sympathetic magic and you just have to believe in it to make it work.

It hurts and hurts to have him this close. I feel sick with it.

The light is heart-breaking.