Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.

As I watch, the sky fills with clouds of snow feathers from every kind of bird there ever was and even some that only exist in the imagination, like the bluebirds that fly over the rainbow.

In the end, it is my belief, words are the only things that can construct a world that makes sense.

What did you do when the worst thing that could happen to you had already happened - how did you live life then? You had to hand it to Theo Wyre, just carrying on living required a strength and courage that most people didn't have.

If they would all sleep all the time she wouldn't mind being their mother.

Patricia embraces me on the station platform. 'The past is what you leave behind in life, Ruby,' she says with the smile of a reincarnated lama. 'Nonsense, Patricia,' I tell her as I climb on board my train. 'The past's what you take with you.

(although anyone with half a brain must surely be mired in existential gloom all the time)