I know of people who don't believe it, but depression is an illness, but unlike, say, a broken leg, you don't know when it'll get better.

God! I hated this business of being grown-up. I hated having to make decisions where I didn't know what was behind the door. I wanted a world where heroes and villains were clearly labeled. Where ominous music comes on-screen so you can't possibly mistake him. Where someone asks you to choose between playing with the beautiful princess in the fragrant garden and being eaten by the hideous monster in the foul-smelling pit. Not exactly a difficult one, now is it? Not something that you would agonize over, or that would make you lose a night's sleep?

Relationship gurus always said that an attraction based on friendship and mutual respect was far more likely to stay the course - and the bastards were right.

I like hoodies. They just make me feel safe.

Do I mind being called a chick-lit writer? Well, it's not the worst thing that could happen.

There's no doubt that relationships do suffer when circumstances change profoundly.

I'd rather dig a ditch than go to a dinner party with people I don't know.