I wish to live for myself. I should never want to be trapped.

I've never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person's face when you go to sleep at night, to crave seeing it when you wake up. I wish I knew.

It occurs to me that cricket is not the true sport in London - gossip is.

But we can't go back. We can only go forward.

In school, they would tell you that life wouldn’t come to you; you had to go out and make it your own. But when it came to love, the message for girls seemed to be this: Don’t. Don’t go after what you want. Wait. Wait to be chosen, as if only in the eye of another could one truly find value. The message was confusing and infuriating. It was a shell game with no actual pea under the rapidly moving cups.

Prepared to fly, even if she has to loose her legs to do it

Who the heck is Don Quick-oats?