Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.

I thought, briefly, that I would never feel as intensely connected to the world, to another human being, as I did at that moment.

It's complicated.' 'So's quantitative easing. But I still get that it means printing money.

You can only actually help someone who wants to be helped.

...I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.

All that counts is the truth. Without it you're basically just juggling people's daft ideas.

I know this isn’t a conventional love story. I know there are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t even be saying what I am. But I love you. I do. I knew it when I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit.