After the war I was going to make up for lost time. But the time I spent away, it's still lost. No matter what I do, it stays lost.

She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.

I'm drinking away the exam results that don't take me anywhere.

Men walk through tragedy, quietly, calm and precise on the outside, tearing themselves to shreds inside.

Two Arts degrees does not a life make.

He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.

and I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons.