I followed Barry closely as we walked through the main doors of the hospital, down the corridor that smelt like disinfectant and false hope.

That would be the death of anyone - to recognize false hopes with a certainty. One mustn't know that. If it is offered, refuse!

False hope is a terrible thing, if its the only thing keeping you alive you'll be dead by dawn.

I've yet to find the exact word to describe the enjoyment that an evening spent riffling through old pattern books can bring.

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

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 or read about in books where everything comes together.