Oh,that's right. You're a...what did you call it? Ah, a ghost hunter. You don't have to see things to believe them." Adam's gaze locked onto the persecutor's. "Maybe you've got that backward," he said. "Maybe it's just that I believe things you cant see.

At 17, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind; having someone accept you was as vital as oxygen. Adults, light years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked and said, 'This too shall pass' - as if adolescence was a disease like chicken pox, something everyone recalled as a milk nuisance, completely forgetting how painful it had been at the time.

I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.

It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.

Well I talk a little about that, but I don't admit that from the beginning I knew we were not meant to be together.

Bleeding heart, he’d called her. Well. He should know. He’d been the first to rip it to pieces.

Who spit in your porridge?