Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die instead?
David NichollsLetters, like compilation tapes, were really vehicles for unexpressed emotions and she was clearly putting far too much time and energy into them.
David NichollsWhat 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?
David NichollsI had always been led to believe that ageing was a slow and gradual process, the creep of a glacier. Now I realise that it happens in a rush, like snow falling off a roof.
David Nicholls