I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.

I walked home, seeing all my doubt from the other side. Have you ever seen that? Like when you go on holiday. On the way back, everything is the same but it looks a little different than it did on the way. It's because you're seeing it backwards.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.

I'm not a writer who refuses to talk about a book until I've finished.

Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.

Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?

So much good, so much evil. Just add water.