I could have written a misery memoir and instead I tried to make it funny. I never complained.

Heaven. The biggest waste of our time we ever invented, outside jigsaws.

A library in the middle of a community is a cross between an emergency exit, a life raft and a festival. They are cathedrals of the mind; hospitals of the soul; theme parks of the imagination. On a cold, rainy island, they are the only sheltered public spaces where you are not a consumer, but a citizen, instead.

If you can find a frock you look nice in and can run up three flights of stairs, you're not fat.

You think it doesn't really matter if you screw up this time around because you can just sort it all out in paradise

I read something once that when you're online, your inhibitions are lowered to the state where you've had three drinks. Once you basically know that the entire internet is slightly drunk, it all makes a lot more sense, and you deport yourself accordingly.

I like a little bit of revolution. I think it's a very good hobby for a young woman. Better than squash.