Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my noise like whispers of truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking." I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening. "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.

That's what I want as a reader - I want to be confident that the book will do its job.

A knife is only as good as the one who wields it.

Sometimes people need to lie to themselves most of all.

We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.