We'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.

Why can’t you just love me? Why can’t you just be in love with me?

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

I think probably I'm quite sentimental; I like big emotional stories, I like being moved by things, but I think I'm very embarrassed by sentiment. I'm very embarrassed by corniness.

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

These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through.

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