You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.

I try to shake it loose-but these ideas, they cling. It's like I'm shackled to them with an iron chain. They rattle along behind me, dragging against the ground, always reminding me of their presence.

Hey! Jack the Wanker! Over here! I want your autograph!

Which is both gross and breathtakingly romantic. He could always have just gone upstairs and brushed his teeth, but he stayed and lurked by the fish for me.

She looks like a jumper to me. Jumpers do that a lot, stand on the edge and stare out. Never kill yourself in a Tube station. Tip number one. You might end up down here forever, staring at the wall." Stephen coughed a little. "Just giving advice," Callum said.

I may have been a complete lunatic, but I was a complete lunatic with manners.

English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.