People who want to make a million borrow a million first

You can want and want and want, but if he doesn't want you back ... you might as well wish the sky were red.

I need good coffee!" I say in horror. "It's my only luxury!" I can't live with my parents and drink bad coffee. It's not humanly possible. Becky talking about cutting back with her parents.

... what would Poirot do? Poirot wouldn't flap around in a panic. He'd stay calm and use his little grey cells and recall some tiny, vital detail which would be the clue to everything.

The thing with giving up is you never know. You never know whether you could have done the job. And I'm sick of not knowing about my life.

My life has changed, and I'm changing with it.

I can't cook. I don't have the right brain for it, somehow. I can't walk into a room and tidy it up. I get distracted. I pick up one thing and I start looking at it. And my cooking is truly heinous.