She tried to keep the conversation fluid and they talked about her favourite films. Mostly he hadn't seen any of them and he couldn't remember parts of the titles of his own favourites either. At times she became frightened and had to look around the room and hum to fill the silences and think of something that might light up his eyes.

I was just totally clueless

I always wish that the muddled screams from the next room would be ghosts or domestic violence. Not just the television.

This is Mr. Kisses

Life would be so much better if I could just stay in the bath all day and all night.

This is a nurse that turned up in my dream the other night.

That ain't cool.

Anita Lane

I killed the teen dream: Deal with it.