“The sunset like a blacksmith, was beating the sky into glowing red blades.”

“Beeches stood aghast in pools of shed leaves. Silver poplars looked like moonbeams.”

“Writing is like going underwater - thank you for being there when I come back up.”

“He imagined dying and being cut open and there were all his bones and muscles and his bared arteries and capillaries leading to a cavity in his chest where instead of a heart he had his camera.”

“Carefully, he reached around her with both arms so his fingers locked across her back.'You have to squeeze,' she whispered, 'or it's not a hug.”

“It was just her and Midas in here, tucked away from the world. Here she could turn quietly into glass, with only love to distract her.”

“I should take a photo.''No. Just remember it, and us in it.”