I don't get nearly enough credit in life for the things I manage not to say.

Somewhere along the line I'd lost the will not to eat.

And after awhile of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world.

I give thanks for all that has passed, for all that is passing, and for all that is yet to come.

I guess there was a war going on somewhere in the world that night but it wasn't one that could touch us.

I frightened myself. I became the ghost Piper was so scared of.

I, a late riser, fantasise about getting up every morning at 5 A.M. to fetch the horses in from the fields.