Why do want to find him so bad?’ I ask after a while, but she’s not listening. I watch her a bitlonger. ‘Why do you want to find him so bad?’ I ask again.She blinks and comes out of her dream. She flicks the band on her wrist. ‘I just do.’ - Ed Skye

I took the money and passed the box across the counter and said politely, ‘Your choice of colourreally lacks style.’ I smiled and Beth laughed and the guy asked to see my manager.I got Bert and he leant over the box and looked at the paint and said, ‘Ed was being polite. Yourchoice of colour is shit.

I escaped onto the wall, a painted ghost trapped in a jar. I stood back to look at it and I knew the sad thing wasn't that the ghost was running out of air. the sad thing was that he had enough air in that small space to last him a lifetime. What were you thinking, little ghost? Letting yourself get trapped like that?

You know who Mr. Darcy is?""I exist, therefore I know who Mr. Darcy is.

I asked him what it was like to have a dad. He said he didn't think it mattered who you had as long as you had somebody good.

There's one near Hoover Street Station. A picture of me, grass growing out of my heart while I'm talking to her.She looked at the wall but she didn't see us.

We've got secrets coming out our arses and you want to take them to a clairvoyant?

We decided. We said that we weren't telling anyone. We said it was for art's sake. We said the more people who knew, the more chance the cops'd pick us up. We said it was you and me, no crew.""Are you sure I didn't say it was to score girls?"That actually sounds a whole lot like something Leo woud say.

So I saw Beth today. She asked me how you were doing. Sounded like she wants you back.""We were over months ago.""You mind if I ask her out, then?""You mind if I spray a piece on the side of your gran's house?