My childhood was spent embracing one literary heroine after another. I identified passionately with each one and would slavishly imitate them.

Emma, I'm sorry, I can't help you. This is a disaster. You're completely vulnerable. It's like going into battle in a nightie.

It's a GIRL. It's a little girl, with scrunched-up petal lips and a tuft of dark hair and hands in tiny fits, up by her ears. All that time, that's who was in there. And it's weird, but the minute I saw her I just thought: IT'S YOU. Of course it is.

I had gone to Oxford to read music. I had done music all my life, but when I got to college I didn't want to do it anymore.

This is what's so annoying about going out with Luke. You can't get away with anything.

Once you've started cheating, does it really matter what your methods are?

There's no luck in business. There's only drive, determination, and more drive.