Hundreds? I stare at her. Why did you keep hundreds of email printouts? Don’t you start! says Demeter defensively. I suppose I thought I might need them one day.
His skin is so hard and rough, it’s like shaking a piece of tree bark.
He’s hopeless, sighs Suze. You know, he can name about a hundred breeds of sheep but not one of Madonna’s husbands.
Every time I mention her, Magnus says, Are you two getting along? in raised, hopeful tones, like we're endangered pandas who need to make a baby.
Emma, your granddad’s on the line, says Artemis, putting her hand over the receiver. Something about the night bus and he’ll never trust you again?
Do you respond to every e-mail you get, Becky? Luke turns, incredulous. Do you have a fine selection of Viagra substitutes too?
Christmas shopping! I can do all my Christmas shopping here! I know March is a bit early, but why not be organized? And then when Christmas arrives I won't have to go near the horrible Christmas crowd...
But you're also fragile. Imagine a mended china plate which hasn't quite set.
But I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, and if you ask me, most people underestimate eyes. For a start they’re powerful. They have range. You focus on someone thirty metres away, through a who...
Becky . . . Luke looks at me carefully. Have you ever been on a horse in your life?Yes! Of course I have!Once. When I was ten. And I fell off.
And we spend the rest of the evening getting very pissed and eating ice cream, as we always do when something good or bad happens to either one of us.
And the truth is, the country is very cool. It’s absolutely the new town.
And maybe now you'll start treating everybody with respect. Not just the people you think are important.
AI guess that's what happens when you have no Botox, make-up or fake tan. You have expressions instead.
She is the only woman I've ever known who could make a man call.Ever
Is, life is all about climbing up, slipping down, and picking yourself up again. And it doesn’t matter if you slip down. As long as you’re kind of heading more or less upwards. That’s all you can hope...
Is tall and rangy, with muscled thighs that start three inches apart. She looks like she probably runs up a mountain every day and doesn’t even know what a KitKat is.
Head into the children’s bedroom, where our babysitter, Teri, is presiding over a massive game of Twister. Minnie doesn’t understand Twister, but she understands rolling around on the mat, getting in...
Grief is long and messy and horrible—but it’s not an illness. And you cope how you cope. There’s no ‘well’ about it.
Don’t look back once, the entire time I’m talking to her. But I can feel his eyes on me all the time. Like sunshine.