He's wearing his official university sweatshirt again, which puzzles me a little. I mean I'd sort of understand it more if it said Yale or Harvard or something, because then it would be a fashion choice. But why advertise the fact that you're at a university to all the other people who are at the university with you?
Imagine staying awake all night not because you're worried about the future but because it's FUN
Who do you think you are, Jane Eyre? Grow up. Be sensible. Don't get carried away.
Being a decent human being will require effort and energy…
She glanced at the other diners, all of them going into their act, and thought is this what it all boils down to? Romantic love, is this all it is, a talent show?
For some time now she has had the conviction that life is about to change if only because it must. . . .
The problem with all these fiercely individualistic girls was that they were all exactly the same.
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.
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.
Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me?
Call me or I'll call you, but one of us will call, yes? What I mean is it's not a competition. You don't lose I you phone first.
She had never been a proficient flirt. Her spasms of kittenish behaviour were graceless and inept, like normal conversation on roller skates. but the combination of the retsina and sun made Emma feel sentimental and light-headed. She reached for her roller skates.
He has found himself more and more reliant on her at exactly the point that she has become less available to him.
The true writer, the born writer, will scribble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall of a cell.
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.
Maybe we've grown out of each other.
You can't throw away years of your life because it makes a funny anecdote.
Call me sentimental, but there's no-one in the world that I'd like to see get dysentery more than you
She made a firm resolution, one of the resolutions she was making almost daily these days. No more sleepovers, no more writing poetry, no more wasting time. Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.
He put one hand lightly on the back of her neck and simultaneously she placed one hand lightly on his hip, and they kissed in the street as all around them people hurried home in the summer light, and it was the sweetest kiss that either of them would ever know. This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today. And then it was over.
These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through.
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.
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.
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.
Change lives through art maybe. Write beautifully. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved if at all possible. Eat sensibly. Stuff like that.
She made you decent, and in return you made her so happy
He's a better person when she's around, and isn't that what friends are for, to raise you up and keep you at your best?
These days the nights and mornings have a tendency to bleed into one another.
And of course there is always joy in witnessing the joy of others
Oh you know me. I have no emotions. I'm a robot. Or a nun. A robot nun.
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