Oh you know me. I have no emotions. I'm a robot. Or a nun. A robot nun.

You start out wanting to change the world through language, and end up thinking it's enough to tell a few good jokes.

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

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

Well, it's so hard for books to take off. You give years of your life to something that probably won't happen, so when it does, it feels a little unjust.

The early days of any relationship are punctuated with a series of firsts - first sight, first words, first laugh, first kiss, first nudity, etc., with these shared landmarks becoming more widely spaced and innocuous as days turn to years, until eventually you're left with first visit to a National Trust property or some such.

I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.' 'Treated like what?' She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.