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

Parents don't know their children at all. No one knows anyone, in fact.

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

I shrug him off. 'Can't you just go away?" There's a moment. It has a sound in it, as if something very small got broken.

I don't want to go into a fridge at an undertaker's. I want you to keep me at home until the funeral. Please can someone sit with me in case I get lonely? I promise not to scare you.

It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.

The light is heart-breaking.