I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.

Tell me what you want, what you really, really want," he said. "Braiiinnnnssss," we said in unison.

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

Debbie had to get up and slice me a thick piece of cake before she could answer. And I do mean thick. Harry Potter volume seven thick. I could have knocked out a burglar with this piece of cake. Once I tasted it, though, it seemed just the right size.

Oh my God!" said one of the Ambers. "Is this not the worst trip ever? Did you see the snow?" She was a sharp one, this Amber. What would she notice next? The train? The moon? The hilarious vagaries of human existence? Her own head?

I'm the last of the mad ones.

I had one class in the morning, the mysteriously named "Further Maths". It was two hours long and so deeply frightening that I think I went into a trance.