About my first memory, sitting on the shoulders of a giant who I know can only be my father. Of touching the sky. Of lying between two people who read me stories of wild things and journeys with dragons, the soft hum of their voices speaking of love and serenity. See, I remember love.

I've been passionate about two things in my life. One was Christina Alibrandi. The other is Josephine Alibrandi.

The two horsewomen of the apocalypse still win, despite their dwindling numbers.

Later, when they were almost asleep he had called out to her. 'Finke?' 'Yeah?' 'We'll make a great team. You plant. I build.

It’s against the rules of humanity to believe there is nothing we can do.

We just have to learn to meet each other halfway okay?

So why would I want someone to be my everything when one day they might not be around?" Jellicoe Road