This was supposed to be yesterday. I was sitting on the Cardiff/London train, supposedly about to write this very column, and realising

This was supposed to be yesterday. I was sitting on the Cardiff/London train, supposedly about to write this very column, and realising something quite terrible. My head was entirely empty. A vast echoing void. Bigger on the inside, but with nothing in it. You could drop a pebble in my brain and wait for an hour to hear it land. No actually, you couldn’t – that would be aggressive and unhelpful, so keep your damn pebbles to yourself.


Steven Moffat

It was so strange, the way that life moved forward: the twists and the dead ends, the sudden opportunities. She supposed if you could predict

It was so strange, the way that life moved forward: the twists and the dead ends, the sudden opportunities. She supposed if you could predict or foresee everything that was going to happen, you d lose the motivation to go through it all. The promise was always in the possibility.


Lauren Oliver,

Panic