We were a bit like bacon and eggs, where y'know, the chicken is involved, but the pig is really committed? I totally gave myself to it just as we promised, "for better or worse", and you didn't see it like that.

Above the front door the fanlight glowed blue, delicate as wing-bones.

I'd love to know who they are and be able to express my gratitude. It's a big sacrifice, regardless of whether their loved one would have been able to make it or not. It's a huge sacrifice and it's hard. It takes a real loving person to be able to do that.

I said I know my shot when I see it. Sometimes you don't even have to see it. Sometimes you feel it coming, screaming down the sky towards you like a meteor.

So I take my lover, my king, and I put him in a pedestal and I cut him down. A man, like the ones who ruined the world.

Why would I worry about getting older - what's to moan about?