I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.

I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

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.

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

Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.