“We're not spending the night looking for ourselves.”

“We'll meet and click and sit up all night and everything will tip out of me and into him and the other way around and while we're tipping the night will fade and the world will get pink and in that pinkness he'll kiss me.”

“I look across at the line of the city. The nights are mean in this place, full of smog that eats the stars. 'Who does feel hope around here?”

“The course made me think a bit, you know. That we're smart enough to get out of here. We're just too stupid to work out a way.”

“Did you know that we're made up of the same matter as stars? We are nuclear energy exploding.”

“The universe must be having a slow night.”

“Open your eyes, Charlie love,' Mum whispers. 'You'll miss out on the day.' Not a lot to miss out on, really. My days have been sort of shakey lately. Like a voice running out of breath. Like a hand playing the blues. Like a girl losing her bikini top in the pool at Jeremy Magden's final party for Year 10 last week, if we're getting specific. Mum says look on the bright side. Okay. I guess I was only half naked.”