Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.

Of course it hurts", she grumbled, tipping my head further back. "Life sucks. Get over it

There was something striking about a single key. It was like a question waiting to be answered, a whole missing a half. Useless on its own, needing something else to be truly defined.

But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.

When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well.

Sometimes really, really bad things happen to people, and there is no explanation and no reason whatsoever.

My agent is so totally honest, which is just what every writer needs. She won't let me sell a crappy book, even if I want to.