The stars are always there, even in the daytime. Sometimes we just can't see them.
Survival was an unpleasent thing to witness.
Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.
A cynical type might suggest that it was all a little too perfect. But a cynical type would be wrong.
I've been so showered in life, beyond my wildest dreams, such as having a loving partner I never thought I'd have.
Regardless of the gender of the highest wage earner, the balance of power in the relationship will suffer if the higher earner uses control of the purse strings as a system of reward and punishment. I...
Stop, would you? My confidence is in bits. I’m forty-four and feeling every second of it, and even if I wanted to, there’s no way I’d reveal this elderly body to a new man. It’d be like Game of Throne...
People get sick and sometimes they get better and sometimes they don't. And it doesn't matter if the sickness is cancer or if it's depression. Sometimes the drugs work and sometimes they don't. Someti...
No one can resurrect love once it has breathed its last.
It never rains but it damn well pours and I was afraid I’d be washed away in the deluge.
It is my honour to act as your ceiling
However, often when fatal things are happening, you don't know at the time that they're fatal. You get an inkling that they're Not Good, that they Haven't Helped, but only the passage of time will rev...
A thought struck me: maybe I wouldn't ever be the real me again. Because the only thing that would snap things back to the way they were, would be if he had't died.
You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.
Why do we have such a finite capacity for pleasure but an infinite one for pain?
That’s right, Karen said, clutching the bag to her chest and looking like Gollum with the Ring. It’s only stuff.
Political correctness is a minefield
Mum insists on calling Sat Nav the Talking Map, like she's a medieval peasant who believes in witchcraft.
In the same way that the stewards on the Titanic were more concerned about the unemptied ashtrays on the bar than the enormous hole in the side of the ship which was letting in zillions of gallons of...
God! I hated this business of being grown-up. I hated having to make decisions where I didn't know what was behind the door. I wanted a world where heroes and villains were clearly labeled. Where omin...