Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.

When her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat there sweating in my cab. It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again.

Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.

You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.

When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.

Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.