If she does have a failing, and it's obviously only a tiny one, it's that she doesn't seem particularly curious about other people, or me, anyway.
Don't keep fighting battles that are already lost.
In rare moments of self-doubt, Dexter had once worried that a lack of intellect might hold him back in life, but here was a job where confidence, energy, perhaps even a certain arrogance were all that mattered, all qualities that lay within his grasp.
She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things.
Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me?
A moment passed, perhaps half a second when their faces said what they felt, and then Emma was smiling, laughing, her arms around his neck.
Emma was a shocking driver, simultaneously sloppy and petrified, and for the first fifty miles had been absent-mindedly driving with her spectacles on top of her contact lenses so that other traffic loomed menacingly out of nowhere like alien space cruisers.
Maybe we've grown out of each other.
Suki is the nation's ideal girlfriend, a woman for whom bubbliness is a way of life, verging on a disorder.
You can't throw away years of your life because it makes a funny anecdote.
And it was at moments like this that she had to remind herself that she was in love with him, or had once been in love with him, a long time ago.
Envy was just the tax you paid on success.
No Scrabble. More and more of his friends were playing it now, in a knowing ironic way, triple-word-score-craving freaks, but it seemed to him like a game designed expressly to make him feel stupid and bored.
The city had defeated her, just like they said it would. Like some overcrowded party, no one had noticed her arrival, and would notice if she left.
Your last letter made me laugh so much, Em, but you should still get out of there because while it's good for gags it's definitely bad for your soul. You can't throw years of your life away because it makes a funny anecdote.
And of course there is always joy in witnessing the joy of others
Everything was fine, and she had the rare, new sensation of being exactly where she wanted to be.
Oh you know me. I have no emotions. I'm a robot. Or a nun. A robot nun.
The enemy, self-consciousness, is creeping up on them and Gibbsy or Biggsy is the first to crack, declaring that the music is shit and everyone stops dancing immediately as if a spell has been broken.
You've got to stop letting women slip drugs into your mouth, Dex, it's unhygienic. And dangerous. One day it'll be a cyanide capsule.
And then some days you wake up and everything's perfect
For his thirtieth birthday he had filled a whole night-club off Regent Street; people had been queuing on the pavement to get in. The SIM card of his mobile phone in his pocket was overflowing with telephone numbers of all the hundreds of people he had met in the last ten years, and yet the only person he had ever wanted to talk to in all that time was standing now in the very next room.
Okay, well I think the programme is like being screamed at for an hour by a drunk with a strobe-light, but like I said--
The future rose up ahead of her, a succession of empty days, each more daunting and unknowable than the one before her.
All young people worry about things, it's a natural and inevitable part of growing up, and at the age of sixteen my greatest anxiety in life was that I'd never again achieve anything as good, or pure, or noble, or true, as my O-level results.
And they did have fun, though it was of different kind now. All that yearning and passion had been replaced by a steady pulse of pleasure and satisfaction and occasional irritation, and this seemed to be a happy exchange; if there had been moments in her life when she had been more elated, there had never been a time when things had been more constant.
For some time now she has had the conviction that life is about to change if only because it must. . . .
People change, no use getting sentimental about it. Move on, find someone else.
The problem with all these fiercely individualistic girls was that they were all exactly the same.
As new dawns go, this one is depressingly like the old dawn.
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