Standing there, that day, I felt like Sally was being torn from my skin and there was no way I could ever fly free, without her right beside me.

Love is like that, fragile and light. No wonder it rests upon our hearts in intangible moments, bids us follow fleeting thoughts and ideas and pursue our abstract imaginings.

Maybe attraction was aligned in heaven before our birth because there was no other way to explain my feelings. There were millions of boys on the earth. Why did it feel so strong?

I kissed my fingers,held my palm flat beside my mouth and blew it into the air that surrounded her memory. I closed my eyes, thinking this was one of those moments you see in movies...

If we were rational creatures we would never get out of bed or live or love.

I sometimes think that animals are incapable of the kinds of cruelty that humans willingly inflict on each other.

It was tragic how life had sucked her down to the bones, all her spontaneity her laughter and freedom had vanished. I knew then that I didn’t ever want to be like that. Whatever happened,...

Her smile could wash away a thousand doubts as soon as light up a room.

If there was some way of knowing which boys were likely to turn out to be decent men, boys that could love us back as passionately as we felt we could love them, then we...

I was thinking how complicated life is and how there are no simple roads or paths. We are a fabric of mistakes and hurts; a family tree of fumbled attempts, successes and failures.

Creativity and ideas fired between every synapse underneath my skin and I felt radiant from the inside out.

Life is about taking what’s given to us and creating something wonderful.

I knew I’d never have another moment like this. Just a single place in time where everything had come together to breathe in harmony. Time slowed and I had gathered all her restless strands in...

Don’t you find it strange that your mother would leave you?’ Becky said. ‘I can’t imagine my other leaving me.’I’d never thought of it like that before. ‘I don’t think she knew what else to...

When I was young I wanted so much to be like her. What a blessing are those moments when there is nothing to worry about, no thought of trouble or grief in the world.

But sometimes I wanted to feel like a child, to know that he would stand in front of me while waves crashed towards us or arrows come at us.

I could feel their grief as if it were a beast holding us down.