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.

Work hard at . . . something.

Everything was fine, and she had the rare, new sensation of being exactly where she wanted to be.

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

Dont run before you can walk

but they had also settled into the maddening familiarity of friendship; maddening for her at least.

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