Most people have a rope that ties them to someone, and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don't know how long, though. It's not your choice.

Women who disapprove of men - and there's plenty to disapprove of - should remember how we started out, and how far we had to travel.

Not for the first time in my life, and certainly not for the last, a self-righteous gloom had edged out all semblance of logic.

He has the personality of a child prodigy, but no discernable talent.

[...] falling in love with someone beautiful and intelligent and the rest of it, then feeling like a blank twit put you at something of a disadvantage.

He'd told her it was just a scratch and got cross when she hadn't offered morphine.

It struck him that how you spent Christmas was a message to the world about where you were in life, some indication of how deep a hole you had managed to burrow for yourself