I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.

But once I saw Fulvia Cardew crumple up a sheet of paper with just a couple of words written on it and you would’ve thought she’d murdered someone from the looks she got.

See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner," "A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?" "Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

That was the first time I ever saw him smile. It transformed him from someone menacing to someone you wished you knew.

An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.

Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.