It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.

The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.

Is there cowardice with the acknowledgement of fear?

See, Cameron. The only things I care about in this life are me, you, Mum, Dad, Steve and Sarah. And maybe Miffy. The rest of the world means nothing to me. The rest of the world can rot.' Am I like that too?' You? No way.' There's a slight gap in his words. 'And that's your problem. You care about everything.' He's right. I do.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.

in the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.