If you ever write a book, I can only give you one piece of advice. Don't let your parents get involved.

He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.

20 minutes later: a girl on Himmel Street. She looks up. She speaks in whisper. 'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body. 'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold.

I'm just another stupid human.

Her teeth were like a soccer crowd, crammed in.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay" we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.