She's tired and leans her head on his shoulder, which is the resting place for all their heads, but when Justine and Siobhan and Francesca use his body so shamelessly he doesn't feel the need to turn his head and press his mouth against their hair.

Maybe she'd always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.

I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.

Josie, life is not a Mills and Boon book. People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it very hard to forgive.

Silence is not just about secrecy, Your Majesty. It is grief and it is shame.

I’m scared I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.