[He] didn’t like to think of himself as vain, but there were definitely times when he wished there was someone on hand to take his photograph.
David NichollsWe're not ourselves, are we? I'm certainly not myself, not anymore. And you're not either. You don't seem yourself. Not as I remember you.
David NichollsEmma was a shocking driver, simultaneously sloppy and petrified, and for the first fifty miles had been absent-mindedly driving with her spectacles on top of her contact lenses so that other traffic loomed menacingly out of nowhere like alien space cruisers.
David Nicholls