I love new clothes. If everyone could just wear new clothes everyday, I reckon depression wouldn’t exist anymore.

We all fail to appreciate each day just how much we already possess. Light, air, freedom, the companionship of friends.

I hurl the glass teapot to the ground. we both stare at it, stunned. "it was supposed to break," I explain after a pause, " and that was going to signify that yes, I would throw something away . If I knew it wasn't right for me.

This is a test, isn't it? It's like choosing out of three caskets in a fairy tale. Everyone knows the rules. You never choose the gold shiny one. Or even the quite impressive silver one. What you're supposed to do is choose the dull little lead one, and then there's a flash of light and it turns into a mountain of jewels

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

I adore all Agatha Christie's books and turn to them whenever I'm ill or need cheering up.

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.