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

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

At the time, I didn't have the insight to wonder at the transient nature of despair, but now that I'm older I've seen how little it takes to turn a person's life around for better or worse. An event will do, or an Idea. Another person. An idea of a person.

I was pretty far gone, but not so far gone that I thought anyone with half a toehold in reality would think what we were doing was a good idea.

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.

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