No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

Sorry' he said. 'No, I'm sorry.' 'What are you sorry for?' 'Rattling on like a mad old cow. I'm sorry, I'm tired, bad day, and I'm sorry for being so...boring.' 'You're not that boring.' 'I am, Dex. God, I swear I bore myself.' 'Well, you don't bore me.' He took her hand in his. 'You could never bore me. You're one in a million, Em.

As new dawns go, this one is depressingly like the old dawn.

Imagine staying awake all night not because you're worried about the future but because it's FUN

Well, I don't think Hollywood's a dirty word at all, I love a lot of Hollywood films.

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

She had never been a proficient flirt. Her spasms of kittenish behaviour were graceless and inept, like normal conversation on roller skates. but the combination of the retsina and sun made Emma feel sentimental and light-headed. She reached for her roller skates.