"I picked myself up. I washed the blood off my face. I put on the kettle" (Chapter 27, pg. 205.)

"I'm not...Rewriting history. I'm doing the opposite. I want to know the truth, not make it up" (Chapter 13, pg. 57.)

"Wooden floors are in; people don't seem to like carpets any more. Bare floors; pretending they're poor" (Chapter 18, pg. 94.)

"I hate it. I hate myself. I hate the dirt and the emptiness and the stuffing coming out of the furniture, and nothing in the fridge" (Chapter 18, pg. 103.)

"Mona's seen me drunk and covered in my own vomit and she still sits beside me" (Chapter 18, pg. 105.)

"He made rules now just to make us obey them, just to catch us out" (Chapter 19, pg. 120.)

"I'll put the photographs away now so I don't start going through the rows, counting the dead" (Chapter 21, pg. 129.)

"It happened. Looks and age had nothing to do...