For the last year his grandma had been slipping in and out of reality. One minute she was as clear as a bell and the next she was calling him Simon. Who was Simon? He had no idea.

All around the dining hall, you can feel the rejuvenating effect that a good meal can bring on. The way it can make people kinder, funnier, more optimistic, and remind them it's not a mistake to go on living. It's better than any medicine.

Dawn comes before sleep does.

The raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound, and I know where the mouth is. And I think the word he's trying to say is 'please'. Pity, not vengeance sends my arrow flying into his skull.

It's not easy to find a topic. Talking of home is painful. Talking of the present unbearable.

Thinking like your prey. . . that's where you find their vulnerabilities.

Whatever the truth is, I don’t see how it will help me get food on the table.