I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

Maybe we've grown out of each other.

I suppose the important thing is to make some sort of difference,’ she siad. ‘You know, actually change something.’ ‘What, like “change the world”, you mean?’ ‘Not the whole entire world. Just the little bit around you.

No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

At university, I used to write silly little sketches and monologues, but never fiction.

I had made this mistake once before, on a school trip to the Victoria and Albert Museum, when I followed a sign marked WOMEN, thinking it was an exhibition on the changing roles of women in society, and actually ended up standing in the ladies' toilets.

Envy was just the tax you paid on success.