Cecelia Ahern

If invisible people eat invisible food does invisible wind blow invisible trees?

She roared with laughter. Passersby gave her strange looks, but she didn__ care. If she__ been able to stretch her vision to see beyond the trees he disappeared behind, she would have stopped laughing. She would have seen the couple who__ been in the dark street near the restaurant the previous night, again breaking into laughter when he felt it was safe to abandon the Wally persona. Everywhere she saw that one man, she didn__ see the woman behind him, with him, beside him, urging him on, supporting him. If she had, she might have wondered then who the display was really for.

There are certain kinds of silence that make you walk on air.

Not like a heart, which let people in without permission, held them in a special place she never had any say in and then yearned for them to remain there longer than they planned.

...fairy tales, just a fancy word for lies...

what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted

Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.

I know the difference between right and wrong. I understand the rules. But today I feel that the rules have been blurred, because today they were literally on my front doorstep.

To hell with you all, I DO believe

How extraordinary the ordinary really is, a tool we all use to keep going, a template for sanity.

When you see something, it can__ be unseen. When you hear a sound, it can never be unheard. I know, deep down, that this evening I have learned something that can never be unlearned. And the part of my world that is altered will never be the same.