I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.

We don't know who we are until we see what we can do.

Silence is a way of saying: we do not have to entertain each other; we are okay as we are.

writers just kept on staring at nothing until they wrote something. Might be two minutes or two weeks.

You can never do enough for the dead. You search around for comfort but there is no comfort; there never was and never will be. There is only a gradual wearing away of the sharp edges, so that you don't feel ambushed at every turn, as if you saw the dead suddenly rounding the corner.

Elf made his way fuzzily back to the drawer, trying to think nasty thoughts about his tormentor (Mungo the dog) but he couldn't, as he was too little and his mind was formless and without messages.( Elf the tiny kitten Mungo tormented )

Children can ask what adults don't dare to because we don't want to admit we're scared and we don't really want to hear the answers.