Alexander Gordon Smith (27 February 1979, Norwich, England) is an author of children and Young Adult fiction.
Let me know if you're going to do something stupid, kid, 'cause I'll ditch you like that.
No, every person on this planet has darkness inside them. Buried so deep that only you know it's there when your world is coming to an end. Oh, but it's there. It's always there.
I'd been so set on an escape that was now impossible, and the only form of freedom left to me was death. It was a terrible kind of freedom—one from misery and pain, yes, but also one from lightness and laughter and life. It was an absence of everything.
Gettting to know your characters is so much more important than plotting. Working out every detail of your story in advance, especially when you don't yet know your main characters, always seems a little too much like playing God. You're working out your characters' lives, their destiny, before they've had a chance to discover who they are and what kind of people they want to be.
The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.
As soon as reality breaks, as soon as we're separated from the phsical world, the cracks begin to appear in our minds. And through them seeps the madness that has always been there, flowing into your skull like a liquid nightmare.
And when reality denies you the tools you need for survival you grab them from wherever you can.
Like I've said before, so many times before, I'm not a good person, I'm not a hero. I'm a criminal, a liar, a cheat, a killer. It was them or me and I wanted to live.
But nobody can run from their own demons.
Hope. It is the most important thing in the world. I believe that now more than ever. Hope is what saved my life, hope is what gave me the courage and the strength to carry on. Hope – that unshakeable, golden belief that things can get better.
When you're locked up in here for life, you learn to welcome the little freedoms.
When you're scared - and I mean really scared, not just hearing a noise in the night, or standing toe to toe with someone twice your size who wants to pound you into the earth - it feels as if you're being injected with darkness. It's like black water as cold as ice settling in your body where your blood and marrow used to be, pushing every other feeling out as it fills you from your feet to your scalp. It leaves you with nothing.
I helped you because you're new, and because when there's two people in a cell then there's only a fifty percent chance they'll take you.
Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.
Don't need a degree in rocket science to do this job.
Better to be a spirit with the earth beneath you than a corpse pinned tight by the weight of the world.
And when reality goes, sanity has no reason.
Knackered inmates are easier to control than pumped-up ones. And dead inmates are even easier to control, if you follow me.
Trust me-that toilet and me were best friends for the first few days I was here.
One last breath. We all have to take one eventually. It was over.