Here you go, she said. I don't need it anymore. I'm very grateful. I think it may have saved my life, saved some other people's death.

My ideal reader is me. And yes, my ideal reader comes with me and is forgiving.

It doesn't matter that you didn't believe in us," said Mr. Ibis. "We believed in you.

I'm never, I hope, stupid enough to believe that Twitter or blogging or any of this stuff is a substitute for actually doing the work or writing a book.

Black as night, sweet as sin.

I am amiable. Vague. Puzzled. Messy-haired.

Here you go, she said. I don't need it anymore. I'm very grateful. I think it may have saved my life, saved some other people's death.