You must do what you enjoy.

What must that be like? To be admired before you’ve even said a word, to be desired two or three hundred times a day by people who have absolutely no idea what you’re like?

Welcome to the graveyard of ambition.

And of course there is always joy in witnessing the joy of others

A moment passed, perhaps half a second when their faces said what they felt, and then Emma was smiling, laughing, her arms around his neck.

She made a firm resolution, one of the resolutions she was making almost daily these days. No more sleepovers, no more writing poetry, no more wasting time. Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.

[He] didn’t like to think of himself as vain, but there were definitely times when he wished there was someone on hand to take his photograph.