On our hunger to control and know everything humans break and spoil.

And I wish I could say I stayed up late thinking about him but the truth is I was only awake a little while. I was so tired the swag felt like a sponge that soaked me up. I went to sleep like someone disappearing from the earth, like rain sopped into dust.

Wherever I went I felt like the last person awake in a room full of sleepers.

There’s things that have no finish, Scully, no ending to speak of. There’s no justice to it, but that’s the God’s truth. The only end some things have is the end you give em.

But I spose the women and the children was the closest. There’s something about the men just stops them being able.

They probably don’t understand this, but it’s important for me to show them that their father is a man who dances – who saves lives and carries the wounded, yes, but who also does something completely pointless and beautiful, and in this at least he should need no explanation.

When I was a girl I had this strong feeling that I didn’t belong anywhere,... It was in my head, what I thought and dreamt, what I believed... , that’s where I belonged, that was my country.

There’s a sad feeling in a place people have just walked out of and left behind.

Rare as rocking-horse turds, these days, feeling halfway to decent, with barely a sick twinge, and he was damned if he’d waste.

That eye... was like a fuckin hole in the universe.