"I am the wild-eyed girl with a big job, but never too busy to bake art."	"Mornings when I practise my wordplay, I can smile again."	"Zoe explains. Zoe thinks. Zoe says. Zoe escapes. Zoe feels lighter."	"Having gone through triumphs and disasters, her outward nonchalance sunbathed on the forbidden roof of wondering."
"Those eyes: an intangible charm that a photographer might not capture but an artist would."	"Her gift was knowing the truth in the cliché."	"A STORY: Once upon a time, the time. Time. The time. The time."	"Label ME wise, I had read several nice little stories and they taught me to be curious."
"I thought you were looking." "I'm an artist: I like watching people." "And me? Do you like the look of me?"	"Do people who are good at chatting to strangers like that odd conversation from hell?"	"The ease she'd ever had before melted when she realised that now she was an adult. An adult. An adult. An adult."	"Behave like a lady. Be your own boss. Be tougher." "No, I will not! I'm turning lonely and frightened, probably against every bit of advice in the book."
"She is warm as a fresh pot of tea on a Sunday."	" How are you? I only wanted to say... it was all moving too fast, so I walk away to start again."	"Life should not be lived on the word 'rethink', it should be strictly forbidden. Go mad with laughter at the very ridiculousness of life."	"Life answered warmly to her smile, so she did not give up that easily."
"The fifteen years she'd worked, had a routine about it: to teach languages and buy coffee."	"The exquisite melancholy from her daughter's point of view blooms as a big strange flower that's illegal in her garden."	"Would cuddle her nightmares just to understand her mind, wouldn't she?"	"Never mind: femininity, milky white skin, breasts, IQ. She was beautiful in her voice."
"Unruly, wild and quirky would not be wrong way round."	"The world had been a different place as her words lifted from her the fear she leaned against silently."	"Puppies and you R my favourite."	"Half a happily loyal heart, she had a big secret: the market sold velvet leather-bound, perfectly reasonable, thoughts and reasons to convince herself that this frightening step was just dark, honey-looking flexible times.
"A sense of acceptance: a home-made purpose out of the kitchen of the mind."