…and Emma felt another small portion of her soul fall away.

But how can you not like music? That's the same as not liking food! Or sex!

Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.

This is me.’" He handed her the precious scrap of paper. ‘Call me or I’ll call you, but one of us will call, yes? What I mean is it’s not a competition. You don’t lose if you phone first

There's something unnatural about a woman finding babies or, more specifically, conversation about babies, boring. They'll think she's bitter, jealous, lonely. But she's also bored of everybody telling her how lucky she is, what with all that sleep and all that freedom and spare time, the ability to go on dates or head off to Paris at a moments notice. It sounds like they're consoling her, and she resents this and feels patronized by it.

I'm trying to be inspiring! I'm trying to lift your grubby soul for the great adventure that lies ahead of you!

Don’t keep fighting battles that are already lost.