I was still owed an explanation, I thought, but so what? What good was it going to do me? It wouldn't have made me any happier. It was like scratching when you have chicken pox. You think it's going to help, but the itch moves over, and then moves over again. My itch suddenly felt miles away, and I couldn't have reached it with the longest arms in the world. Realizing that made me scared that I was going to be itchy forever, and I didn't want that.
Nick HornbyI don't believe in Heaven or anything. But I want to be the kind of person that qualifies for entry anyway.
Nick HornbyWe were little animals, which is not to imply that by the end of the week we were tearing our tank tops off; just that, metaphorically speaking, we had begun to sniff each other's bottoms, and we did not find the odor entirely repellent.
Nick HornbyI burst into tears and I cry and cry until it feels as though it is not salt and water being squeezed from my eyes, but blood.
Nick Hornby