You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

To tell someone not to be emotional is to tell them to be dead.

There is no sense in loving someone you can never wake up to except by chance.

Life gives you enough hard knocks so it's unlikely you'll stay that sure of yourself.

I am getting much more political as I get older. It's the duty of any writer, in particular, not to stand back from the world.

He doubted her. You must never doubt the one you love. But they might not be telling the truth. Never mind that. You tell them the truth. What do you mean? You can't be another person's honesty, child, but you can be your own. So what should I say? When? When I love someone? You should say it.

After every ''victory'' you have more enemies.