We spent all those years talking about stuff we had in common, and the last few months noticing all the ways we were different and it broke both of our hearts.

[about suicide] And why is it the biggest sin of all? All your life you're told that you'll be going to this marvellous place when you pass on. And the one thing you can do to get you there a bit quicker is something that stops you getting there at all. Oh, I can see that it's a kind of queue­jumping. But if someone jumps the queue at the Post Office, people tut. Or sometimes they say, “Excuse me, I was here first.” They don't say, “You will be consumed by hellfire for all eternity.” That would be a bit strong.

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

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

I 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.

Even bad times have good things in them to make you feel alive.

I don't even feel as if I'm the center of my own world, so how am I supposed to feel as though I'm the center of anyone else's?