The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.

The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.

I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

I think to be writer you have to enjoy being alone. I was a loner as a teenager and was always drawn to characters in books and films who were at the fringes.

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.

If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.