Above All, She Wanted To Look As

What Can It Be About Low Temperatures That Sharpens The Edges Of Objects?

No One Knew About The Squirrel’s Skull Beneath Briony Bed, But No One Wanted To Know.

Nothing Was To Be Lost By Beginning At The Beginning.

He Had Never Before Felt So Self-consciously Young, Nor Experienced Such Appetite, Such Impatience For The Story To Begin.

There's A Taste In The Air, Sweet And Vaguely Antiseptic, That Reminds Him Of His Teenage Years In These Streets, And Of A General State Of Longing, A Hunger For Life To Begin That From This Distance Seems Like Happiness.