Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.

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.

I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.

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.

All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.

I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.

The conversation of bullets.