If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?

You must do what you enjoy.

And then some days you wake up and everything's perfect

Envy was just the tax you paid on success.

I've only ever been recognised in the street once. In Sweden, strangely.

This isn't a letter, it's a gift.

I love that sound,' he mumbled into her hair. 'Blackbirds at dawn.' 'I hate it. Makes me think I've done something I'll regret.