Everything was fine, and she had the rare, new sensation of being exactly where she wanted to be.

When you're reading a book, you're always looking for the natural place to stop. With a movie, you can't really have that sense of it coming momentarily to a halt; there's pressure to keep the momentum up.

I still find it absurdly difficult to concentrate on a novel if there's a phone or computer to hand; I have taken to locking them outside the room like noisy pets.

I think reality is over-rated

I applied for the University of Life. Didn't get the grades.

These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through.

And you stupid, stupid woman, stupid for caring, stupid for thinking that he cared.