He really liked this woman. Or, rather, he was really attracted to her, and nothing she had said so far had weakened the attraction.
Have you got any soul? a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I've got loads, too much, more than I can han...
Everyone knows the song that Millwall fans sing, to the tune of „Sailing: 'No one likes us/No one likes us/No one likes us/We don't care.' In fact I have always felt that the song is a little melodram...
Even bad times have good things in them to make you feel alive.
Deaner ran down to the barrier separating the crowd from the pitch, and eventually persuaded the stewards that he had a part to play in the unfolding drama. (Anyone who has ever attempted to talk to a...
As I get older, the tyranny that football exerts over my life, and therefore over the lives of people around me, is less reasonable and less attractive. Family and friends know, after long years of we...
So please, be tolerant of those who describe a sporting moment as their best ever. We do not lack imagination, nor have we had sad and barren lives; it is just that real life is paler, duller, and con...
From his random observations after reading David Copperfield by Charles Dickens)In the Old Curiosity Shop I discovered that in the character of Dick Swiveller, Dickens provided P.G. Wodehouse with pre...
That's the trouble with good writers. Only the bad ones make you want to do the human thing and look away.
What was happening here? He decided that children were what was happening here; that children served as a symbolic blemish, like a birthmark or obesity, which gave him a chance where previously there...
What harm has he ever done to you?''You know what harm he's done me. He offended me with his terrible taste.
What came first _ the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music?
Was everything an accident of geography?
Surely we all occasionally buy books because of a daydream we're having--a little fantasy about the people we might turn into one day, when our lives are different, quieter, more introspective, and wh...
Sorry Maureen.
Jen leggeva. Amava i libri... io, no: a me facevano paura. Mi facevan paura quando c'era lei, e me ne fanno di più adesso. Che cosa avevano dentro? Che cosa le hanno detto quando era infelice e ascolt...
It’s music rage, which is like road rage, only more righteous. When you get road rage, a tiny part of you knows you’re being a jerk, but when you get music rage, you’re carrying out the will of God, a...
It's like everyone's a supporting actor in the film of your life story.
He was now beginning to wonder whether the jigsaw was the correct metaphor for relationships between me and women after all. It didn't take account of the sheer stubbornness of human beings, their det...
Clive was rapidly coming to the conclusion that being engaged to somebody meant that he spent an awful lot of time not doing things he wanted to do.