“So, this spiral, this is the golden ratio and it’s a mathematical pattern that just repeats itself in nature, in flower petals and honeybees, and you know, the stars in the galaxy, and in every molecule of our DNA.”
I walk. I talk. I shop. I sneeze. I’m gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There’s trees in the desert since you moved out, and I don’t sleep on a bed of bones.
"Out of nine so far, one’s a psycho who killed four others, one committed suicide, one is a bloody soccer-mum, and then there’s you. My crazy sister is sane by comparison."
“This isn’t just a London Hopper, you know. It can go anywhere in the universe, free of charge.”