Who do you think you are, Jane Eyre? Grow up. Be sensible. Don't get carried away.

For some time now she has had the conviction that life is about to change if only because it must. . . .

Read a book at the right age and it will stay with you for life.

The problem with all these fiercely individualistic girls was that they were all exactly the same.

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?

And it was at moments like this that she had to remind herself that she was in love with him, or had once been in love with him, a long time ago.

I tell you what it is. It's...when I didn't see you, I thought about you every day, I mean every day in some way or another -" "Same here -" "- even if it was just 'I wish Dexter could see this' or 'where's Dexter now?' or 'Christ, that Dexter, what an idiot', you know what I mean, and seeing you today, well, I thought I'd got you back - my best friend. And now all this, the wedding, the baby - I'm so happy for you, Dex. But it feels like I've lost you again.