I sighed. "What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on necklace of despair?

I rang my mother to thank her for giving birth to me and she said, "What choice had I? You were in there, how else were you going to get out?

It was only when the salt water of my tears ran into my cuts and made them sting that I discovered I was crying.

The back windows looked out over the fields, then the Atlantic, maybe a hundred yards away. Actually, I'm just making that bit up. I had no idea how far away the sea was. Only men could do things like that. "Half a mile." "Fifty yards." Giving directions, that sort of thing. I could look at a woman and say "Thirty-six C." Or "Let's try it in the next size up." But I had no idea how far away Tim's sea was except that I wouldn't want to walk to it in high heels.

Chick Lit uses humor to reflect life back to us. It's a very comforting genre, and it's the first time our generation has had a voice. It's a very important genre for all of those reasons.

I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and harder being with other people.

I sighed. "What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on necklace of despair?