I guess I should have forgotten about it ages ago, but forgetting isn't something I'm very good at.

Everyone disliked their partners at some time or another, she knew that. But she’d spent her hours in the dark wondering whether she’d ever liked him. Would it really have been so much worse to spend those years alone? Why did there have to be someone else in the room while she was eating, watching TV, sleeping?

I've committed to nothing...and that's just suicide...by tiny, tiny increments.

The outward manifestations of an inner combustion are never very directed.

Reading begets reading.

my friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.

Barry, you're over thirty years old. You owe it to your mum and dad not to sing in a group called Sonic Death Monkey.