If I behave as though this is a completely normal situation, then maybe it will be …
Philosophy wasn’t about facts, it was about ideas. My first essay title was something like: ‘How can you know what other people are thinking?’ I thought, ‘Wow, what an amazing thing.’ I really thought deeply for the first time.
I love new clothes. If everyone could just wear new clothes everyday, I reckon depression wouldn’t exist anymore.
If you can’t be honest with your friends and colleagues and loved ones, then what is life all about?
If I’ve learned one lesson from all that’s happened to me, it’s that there is no such thing as the biggest mistake of your existence. There’s no such thing as ruining your life. Life’s a pretty resilient thing, it turns out.
Darling, when things go wrong in life, you lift your chin, put on a ravishing smile, mix yourself a little cocktail…
In the end, you have to choose whether or not to trust someone.
Rule of life. If you bother to ask someone’s advice, then bother to listen to it.
It’s the way he had a cup of tea waiting for me when I woke up. It’s the way he turned on his laptop especially for me to look up all my Internet horoscopes and helped me choose the best one. He knows all the crappy, embarrassing bits about me that I normally try to hide from any man for as long as possible… and he loves me anyway.
It’s not enough to believe! Don’t you see that, you stupid girl? You could spend your whole life hoping and believing! If a love affair is one-sided, then it’s only ever a question, never an answer. You can’t live your life waiting for an answer.
It’s like I’m thirteen again and he’s my crush. All I’m aware of in this entire roomful of people is him. Where he is, what he’s doing, who he’s talking to.
We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.Scrabble? He sounds surprised. Scrabble’s great.Not when you’re playing with a family of geniuses, it’s not. They all put words like ‘iridiums’. And I put ‘pig’.
Of all the crap, crap, crappy nights I’ve ever had in the whole of my crap life. On a scale of one to 10, we’re talking…a minus 6. And it’s not like I even have very high standards.
Everyone knows revenge is a dish best served when you’ve had enough time to build up enough vitriol and fury.
Lover? I don’t know. I don’t know if she loves me. I don’t know if I love her. All I can say is, she’s the one I think about. All the time. She’s the voice I want to hear. She’s the face I hope to see.