I've been a compulsive reader for as long as I can remember.

I identified with Pip from 'Great Expectations,' especially when I was younger; I had the same kind of gaucheness and uncertainty.

In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn’t thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

Envy was just the tax you paid on success.

I think you actually get a kick out of being disappointed and under-achieving, because it's easier, isn't it? Failure and unhappiness is easier because you can make a joke out of it.

Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.

Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die instead?