Sorry for hurting you, she said right in my ear, but it wasn't really an apology, because you don't bite someone's earlobe to tell them you're sorry.

It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don't.

It's rude to stare, but the great thing about staring at a sedated person is that they don't know you're doing it.

I'd learned a long time ago that one of the finest weapons in my arsenal was my ability to invade personal space

Dying's a boring side effect.

I don't think I ever believed in love, not really. Just though it was something James Bond made up, a long time ago, to get laid.

Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants.