…she was discovering once again that reading and writing were not the same — you couldn't just soak it up then squeeze it out again.

I am not up to this. I am not capable. I thought I would be, but I'm not. Some part of me is missing, and I cannot do this.

She was reaching the limits of how much its possible to change a man

As a matter of fact, I think there are more things important in life than "relationships.

She had never been a proficient flirt. Her spasms of kittenish behaviour were graceless and inept, like normal conversation on roller skates. but the combination of the retsina and sun made Emma feel sentimental and light-headed. She reached for her roller skates.

He's wearing his official university sweatshirt again, which puzzles me a little. I mean I'd sort of understand it more if it said Yale or Harvard or something, because then it would be a fashion choice. But why advertise the fact that you're at a university to all the other people who are at the university with you?

It's the face itself that I love, not that face at twenty-eight or thirty-four or forty-three. It's that face.