Cheap as chips, cheap as chips, it's a British expression. There's no couture in their darling.

Sometimes when you get hammered till the small hours you feel pretty good in the morning, but really it's just because you're still a bit drunk. That old hangover is just toying with you, working out when to bite.

Sit here long enough you get to know everything. You listen, see ?" She taps the side of her head. "Nobody listens any more. Everyone knows what they want to hear, but nobody actually listens.

I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you'd left off, whether it be a week since you'd seen each other or two years.

And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me. It overwhelmed me and tore at my heart and my stomach and my head and it pulled me under, and I couldn’t bear it. I honestly thought I couldn’t bear it.

There is a whole lot more to life than winning.