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.

Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.

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.

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.

The future rose up ahead of her, a succession of empty days, each more daunting and unknowable than the one before her.

If you have to keep a secret it's because you shouldn't be doing it in the first place