I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.

I've always wanted to be a cat. Warm and domesticated when you want to be, wild when you don't.

I can see inside planes!' he yells. 'Come and look!' It's difficult climbing in a mini dress...I haul myself up even though my arms ache. I want to see inside planes too. I want to watch the wind and catch birds in my fist.

You changed the rules of the universe when you fell in love with the enemy.

I'm here. Soon I won't be. Zoey's baby is here. Its pulse tick-ticking. Soon it won't be. And when Zoey comes out of that room, having signed on the dotted line, she'll be different. She'll understand what I already know- that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between you teeth.

Moments. All gathering towards this one.

The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.