Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.

Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?

Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.

The beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That's what I love about being a writer of novels.

You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.

You might argue that I make the rounds no matter what year it is, but sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.