“I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays.”

“I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.”

“I'm glad she left me the kids. I'd be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I'm only bitter.”

“I'm drinking away the exam results that don't take me anywhere.”

“As I stood on the lonely backroad, I'm sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing ...”

“I'm thinking about babies. Emma's baby. Jack and my baby. Growing in my mind, if not in my womb.”

“and I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons.”