Everything Was Fine, And She Had The

I'm Just Not Prepared To Be Treated Like This Anymore.' 'treated Like What?' She Sighed, And It Was A Moment Before She Spoke. 'like You Always Want To Be Somewhere Else, With Someone Else.

Imagine Staying Awake All Night Not Because You're Worried About The Future But Because It's Fun

Of Course You Should Study Whatever You Want. The Written Appreciation And Understanding Of Literature, Or Any Kind Of Artistic Endeavour, Is Absolutely Central To A Decent Society. Why D'you Think Books Are The First Things That The Fascists Burn?

I Am Not Up To This. I Am Not Capable. I Thought I Would Be, But I'm Not. Some Part Of Me Is Missing, And I Cannot Do This.

Do You Miss Her?' 'who? Emma? Of Course. Every Day. She Was My Best Friend.