She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English.
You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.
Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.
The best way to get even with anyone is to put them in the rearview mirror on your way to something better.
Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.
It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.