-No, not it...I mean...what makes things break up like they do?-Piggy rubbed his glasses slowly and thought. When he understood how Ralph had gone towards accepting him he flushed pinkly with pride.-I donnot, Ralph. I expect it's him.--Jack?--Jack- A taboo was evolving round that word too.

I assigned him to help me trim the Brussels sprouts, but instead he kept trying to throw them away when he thought I wasn__ looking. __russels sprouts, Grace, really? These are our friends. Why are you doing this to them?

Hey, if you're going to say what I think you're going to say_wait, are you going to say it?_ he asked, smiling down at me.__es, yes I think so._ I grinned shyly back.__ell, then I think we should say it at the same time, yes?_ he suggested.__ount of three?_ I asked. He nodded.__ne_ I started.__wo_ he said, eyes twinkling.__hree,_ we said together. We both paused, smiling hugely, and then I took a deep breath.__ack, I love you.___ know,_ he said at the same time.Ass__ss!_ I said, smacking him on the arm.__hat was great!_ he laughed.

So what's the point, then, if we can't be happy? Why are we doing any of this?""Oh, there's definitely happiness," Jack said, turning his back on the ocean and looking at her. "But it's just about moments, not ever-afters." He grinned. "Like when you're right in the middle of the ocean with your friends, with no one trying to kill you in any kind of horrifying way. You have to appreciate these moments when they happen, 'cause obviously we don't get many of them.

Words raced thru his mind and his fingers ached to capture them all on paper.

I have always noticed that these artists and writers are very unbalanced