I'm simply pointing out that what happens to us isn't the whole story. That I continue to exist even when we're not together.

Definitely avoid going out with ugly girls who say they want to be models. Not because they're ugly, but because they're mad".

There had been times when he knew, somewhere in him, that he would get used to it, whatever it was, because he had learnt that some hard things became softer after a very little while.

We can't be as good as we'd want to, so the question then becomes, how do we cope with our own badness?

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.

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?

I've seen men like you in Doris Day films, but I never thought they existed in real life...The men who can't commit, who can't say 'I love you' even when they want to, who start to cough and sputter and change the subject. But here you are. A living, breathing specimen. Incredible.