Perhaps the sadness of a divorce doesn’t actually disappear, she realized. Instead you have to incorporate it, learn to coexist with it
Perhaps one day in the far-off future, when I’m about eighty-nine, I might look back and say, When I was a young-ish woman I fell in love with an intense charismatic man. He was way out of my league a...
Of course I’ll respect you in the morning,’ she reassured. ‘I might disparage you a bit in the afternoon, mind,’ she added. ‘But I can guarantee my undivided respect in the morning.
No more humiliation for me, thanks very much. No more swallowing my anger. Honestly, I couldn't manage another mouthful. But it was delicious. Did you make it yourself?
Look, she sighed. You might be a lovely lad, in fairness you look like a lovely lad, but I can't take the chance. My kids wouldn't even be able to remember what I was wearing to tell the police. And a...
La corrente della vita mi spingeva in avanti, ma io resistevo. Preferivo il passato, non ancora convinta che con Shay fosse davvero finita. Quando lo avevo salutato sul traghetto non sapevo che sarebb...
Katie's mum, Penny, said I don't know why you're wasting your time with him. If he's forty-two and never been married, he's hardly likely to get married now.And Katie's sister Naomi had the darkest pr...
I’ve brought sandwiches. He indicated a brown paper bag. Let’s play a game. Startled, we looked each other in the eye. We both swallowed hard. I cleared my throat and asked, What’s the game? If I’ve m...
It's not like you take the right turning and you get everlasting happiness and you take the wrong one and your life's a disaster. In real life it's often impossible to tell which decision is the one y...
I was anxious to please, even if I hated the recipient of my pleasing. My pleasee.
I remember reading somewhere that the chemicals produced in the brain by a lengthy Twitter session are similar to those produced by cocaine.
I know forty-one is the new eighteen, but tell that to my metabolism.
I have a habit of taking instant dislikes to people. Simply because it saves time.
I don’t want to be dead. I’m curious about how things will turn out. This is good, right?
I did all kinds of reckless things that look great if you're driving a fast car. I pulled away form traffic lights with a roar, leaving the other drivers staring bitterly after me - that was called bu...
I despised him for liking me so much. I wondered how he could settle for so little.
I awake. I don’t mean to but clearly I have not appeased the Sleep Gods with enough offerings.
Human touch is as important as water and food and air and laughter and new shoes.
He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Black pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?
Get over it, and if you can't get over it, get over talking about it.