i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.

Do you ever sing in the car?" "Generally not. But I am driving a police car." "I think people would like a singing policeman. Makes life seem more like a musical. Like Foot-tastic." "You can talk for a long time about nothing." "I certainly can, you charming man!

I had always assumed the weekend was a holy tradition, respected by good people everywhere. Not so at Wexford.

I remember how, at first, I had felt the tension in his lips, as if he was trying to make a barrier between us - then they had relaxed, parted slightly. And that's when I had known he wanted to kiss me, wanted to give in. That little parting of the lips, the little sigh that came out... I would hear that sigh forever. That little, little sound when the whole world seemed to open up.

Sometimes people graduate but they don't leave. They hang around for years, for no reason. I would think of ghosts like that, I decided.

It was like the entire world was colluding to make me feel insane, and it was doing a really good job.

People always say they can't do things, that they're impossible. They just haven't been creative enough.