Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.

She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.' 'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?

The imagination can be dangerous. It can change the world. And that is why we write.

I love you. I'm madly in love with you. Well, madly obviously, given I'm mad as a mudlark. But you saved my life. I'd be dead without you. And you're so good to me. And you love me too. How lucky is that? Amazing! Amazingly lucky. I can't live without you. You're my lucky charm." She felt a sudden desire to kill Justin's well-meaning friend.

Staying alive was what we did to pass the time.

The facts of his existence are plain. I know that he will never silence those unspeakable voices. He heard how people killed, and how they died and their voices infected him, coursed through his body, poisoned him. He didn't know how to turn off the noise, or turn the hate back out onto the world like the rest of us. He turned it on himself. You could see that from the scars on him.

Life is absolutely horrific, leading up to absolute horror.