I don't think you can call it stalking when it's just phone calls and letters and emails and knocking on the door.

You wouldn't believe that so much could change just because a relationship ended.

Reciprocation was a pretty powerful stimulant to the imagination.

I would like my personal reading map to resemble a map of the British Empire circa 1900.

I had forgotten that Jess felt about long words the way that racists feel about black people: She hated them, and wanted to send them back from where they came from.

I'm coming to London next week, by the way, in unhappy circumstances. Are we getting on fine as we are? Or would you like a drink?

You'll remember someone who broke your heart, and you'll think to yourself, 'Oh yes, I remember how that feels.' But you can't.