I suppose the important thing is to make some sort of difference.

At university, I used to write silly little sketches and monologues, but never fiction.

She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things.

But how can you not like music? That's the same as not liking food! Or sex!

And they did have fun, though it was of different kind now. All that yearning and passion had been replaced by a steady pulse of pleasure and satisfaction and occasional irritation, and this seemed to be a happy exchange; if there had been moments in her life when she had been more elated, there had never been a time when things had been more constant.

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.

...and once again Dexter is struck by how easy conversation can be when no-one is in their right mind