Maybe we've grown out of each other.

The problem with all these fiercely individualistic girls was that they were all exactly the same.

Once you decide not to worry about that stuff anymore, dating and relationships and love and all that, it's like you're free to get on with real life.

The fact was I loved my wife to a degree that I found impossible to express, and so rarely did.

Do you miss her?' 'Who? Emma? Of course. Every day. She was my best friend.

Maybe we've grown out of each other.

The true writer, the born writer, will scribble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall of a cell.