I hate it. I hate the air, I hate the sand. I hate the stupid people, I hate the way they work. I hate their bloody smiley bloody faces. I hate the never-ending sky.
What does it take to destroy lives forever? 12 people. 12 ordinary, stupid, easily swayed, hard-of-thinking arseholes!
When you’re in love, you think you’re gonna be interlocked forever. Love’s all-encompassing when you’re in it, but really, you can’t trust anyone. Not even the people you love. Ultimately, we’re all alone.
I found her, Pippa Gillespie. She was in the river. And it were deeper than I thought. I got pulled under. Just managed to get free and carry her body onto the bank. She’d been in there maybe three days. Water rots the body. She was the same age as my daughter. I can still feel the weight of her, water dripping off her clothes all down me. What sort of a person leaves a child like that?