I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.

They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Misfortune?Is that what glued them down like that?Of course not.Let's not be stupid.It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.

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.

Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.

She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.