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Have you ever hoped for something? And held out for it against all the odds? Until everything you did was ridiculous?

Was she horrid to you? I hate her if she was horrid.

Besides, he didn't have enough intact heartstrings to hand them to people to pull.

Sometimes someone else's life can be the only thing that makes sense of your own.

Carefully, he reached around her with both arms so his fingers locked across her back.
'You have to squeeze,' she whispered, 'or it's not a hug.

It was just her and Midas in here, tucked away from the world. Here she could turn quietly into glass, with only love to distract her.

She sometimes wished she possessed the flawed kind of taste that drew girls to arseholes who wanted that one thing alone.

As if you could terminate love abruptly because the one you loved signed papers with someone else in a church.

Beeches stood aghast in pools of shed leaves. Silver poplars looked like moonbeams.

I should take a photo.'
'No. Just remember it, and us in it.

It didn't take tragedy or war to derail a man. It took only a memory.

Sometimes I just can't stop thinking enough to turn off.

The woods felt like a sleeping monster worth tiptoeing past.

Dust particles panicked and swarmed in the light.

The winds shook off in unison and yipped beneath the gleaming stars.
She gave him her lips. They kissed.
And she was in love with the thunder.

She guiltily found she didn't miss him as much as she missed company in general.

Memories were just photos printed on synapses.

It's survival of the fittest, not the strongest or the biggest.

The sunset like a blacksmith, was beating the sky into glowing red blades.

Perhaps you think too hard about what words you're going to use and how to make your mouth say them.

She dwelled for a moment on a memory from girlhood: smearing her tummy with a spiral of glue, then tipping a whole pot of opal across it.

Writing is like going underwater - thank you for being there when I come back up.