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?

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

And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. 'What's up?' he asked. 'Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just...' She looked up at him. 'I thought I'd finally got rid of you.' 'I don't think you can.' he said

Happyish. Well, happyish isn't so bad.' 'It's the most we can hope for.

you feel a little bit lost right now about what to do with your life, a bit rudderless and oarless and aimless but that's okay that's alright because we're all meant to be like that at twenty-four.

Sometimes I wish that I hadn't learned how to crochet," I say, and Alice laughs. Obviously she thinks I'm joking, which is maybe for the best.

Call me sentimental, but there's no-one in the world that I'd like to see get dysentery more than you