That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed.

Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like.

As an actor I worked for seven years with a community theater company based in London. We used improvisation techniques to take stories to young people who wouldn't normally have access to them - in prisons, hospitals, young offender's units, youth clubs and housing estates.

There's a terrible stillness. I notice a small tear in the wallpaper above her shoulder. I notice finger marks grimed on the light switch. Somewhere down in the house, a door opens and shuts. As Zoey turns to face me, I realize that life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.

Do you want this to be a love story?

. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.

She needed food. Diets didn't count in a crisis.