I could hear her babbling away beside me, but I wasn't really paying attention. I could barely focus on anything. My nerve endings seemed to have come alive; they almost jangled with anticipation I was going to see Will. Whatever else, I had that. I could almost feel the miles between us shrinking, as if we were at two ends of some invisible elastic thread.

I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.

How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death?

... if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.

When you put someone down all the time, eventually they stop listening to the sensible stuff.

Sometimes when you get hammered till the small hours you feel pretty good in the morning, but really it's just because you're still a bit drunk. That old hangover is just toying with you, working out when to bite.

I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.