What good were real feelings anyway?

There had been times when he knew, somewhere in him, that he would get used to it, whatever it was, because he had learnt that some hard things became softer after a very little while.

You wouldn't believe that so much could change just because a relationship ended.

There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them.

You had to live in your own bubble. You couldn't force your way into someone else's, because then it wouldn't be a bubble any more.

It struck him that how you spent Christmas was a message to the world about where you were in life, some indication of how deep a hole you had managed to burrow for yourself

Reciprocation was a pretty powerful stimulant to the imagination.

That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.

he was home on his own and listening to the sort of music he needed to listen to when he felt like this, music that seemed to find the sore spot in him and press up hard against it...

Will wrestled with his conscience, grappled it to the ground and sat on it until he couldn't hear a squeak out of it.

We only regret the chances we didn't take

I remember playing in my mom's closet with Kim as little girls - we had this game we played, I was Donna Karan, and she was my assistant, and I was really bossy.

I come from a line of great Sicilian women, and their mentality is to endure and push through to the other side.

If somebody thinks wearing pretty dresses onstage somehow discredits us that's pretty absurd.

Delay is the enemy of progress.

Waste of time is the leading feature of our present education. Not only are we taught a mass of rubbish, but what is not rubbish is taught so as to make us waste over it as much time as possible.

Every man has the right to life, to bodily integrity.

It was completely fruitless to quarrel with the world, whereas the quarrel with oneself was occasionally fruitful and always, she had to admit, interesting.

Do not to be as shy around girls, because they're probably just as shy and just as scared as you are.

At least I hope - that the fiction I've written so far has flaws but has mostly been successful.