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

...and once again Dexter is struck by how easy conversation can be when no-one is in their right mind

He has found himself more and more reliant on her at exactly the point that she has become less available to him.

Maybe I've just read too many novels. In novels, alcoholics are always attractive and fuuny and charming and complex, like Sebastian Flyte or ABe North in Tender in the Night, and they're drinking because of a deep, unquenchable sadness of the soul, or the terrible legacy of the First World War, whereas I just get drunk because I'm thirsty, and I like the taste of lager.

She was reaching the limits of how much its possible to change a man

Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you

I would never complain about One Day taking off but it made me painfully self-conscious for a long time.