But there's no point. He's busy with his life - and I'm busy with mine.

I know exactly what Luke's doing. He's trying to push me and Suze together so we can make up. Which is really sweet of him. But I feel like a panda being told to mate with another panda that clearly doesn't fancy me.

I had a choice: Follow my heart or don't break his. I think in the end I broke a bit of both our hearts.

Some people lose their nerve for riding or skiing or driving; well, I've lost my nerve for life.

This is the trouble with meeting people in real life: They don't come with profiles attached.

You can't just switch off your feelings because the other person did.

Everyone knows revenge is a dish best served when you've had enough time to build up enough vitriol and fury.

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

The moment happens, and you make your crucial mistake, and then it's gone and the chance to do anything about it is blown away.

It's OK to be private. It's OK to say no. It's OK to say, 'I'm not going to share that'.

I can't move. I'm paralyzed in the middle of the street, like the donkey in that Aesop's fable who couldn't choose between the bales of hay. They'll find me in years to come, still frozen to the spot, clutching my credit card.

Honestly, shopping beats therapy, anytime. It costs the same and you get a dress out of it.

And anyway, who defines real life? Who says real life is property ladders and hideous pearl earrings? Shit-boring tedious life, more like.

Honestly, it's so easy to get what you want from people if they think you're a psycho.

If you can't be honest with your friends and colleagues and loved ones, then what is life all about?

But even bitterness fades away eventually. We both have to believE that. Don't we?

Of course! I'm far more used to working with a … a … a Nimbus 2000. Trish peers at me in surprise. Isn't that the broomstick out of Harry Potter? Damn. I knew I'd heard it somewhere. Yes … it is, I say at last, my face flaming. And also a well-known ironing board. In fact, I think the broomstick was named … er … after the ironing board.

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.

But you're also fragile. Imagine a mended china plate which hasn't quite set.

Mummy always told me, you should never let a man see your feelings or the contents of your handbag.

Philosophy wasn't about facts, it was about ideas. My first essay title was something like: 'How can you know what other people are thinking?' I thought, 'Wow, what an amazing thing.' I really thought deeply for the first time.

You don't need to change one hair. One freckle. One little toe. And if its me thats made you feel you should do this..then there's something wrong with me. -Luke Brandon.

That dream's over, I say shortly. Partners don't make fifty-million-quid mistakes.

I feel kind of exhilarated. And kind of emptied out. Which may seem like an overreaction, but then, in case you hadn't picked it up, I am the Queen of Overreaction.

Yes! I perk up. Actually, I was wondering, do the mothers have lots of coffee mornings, parties, that kind of thing? Erica shoots me an odd look. I meant socialization of the children. Right. I clear my throat. The children. Of course.

Are you so scared people will hate you?

Relationships should be built on trust and truth.

People who want to make a million borrow a million first.

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

She was the most beautiful thing you ever saw. She was radiant. And she was wearing this necklace... When you see the necklace in the painting, it all makes sense. He loved her. Even if she lived to one hundred and five without ever getting an answer.

I trail away into silence. I've just shared details of my condom use with my son's teacher. I'm not sure how that happened.

You shouldn't go into a marriage feeling inferior in any way.

Look into your heart- and go after what you really want.

See how I stopped mid-sentence? I can do it too. When I don't necessarily want to reveal the exact thought I'm having.

I know what it's like to squander all your hours and all your tears and all your heart on something which turns out to be nothing. Don't waste your time.

The thing with giving up is you never know whether you could have done the job.

Maybe this is karma.

Never give up on something you really want. However impossible things seem, there's always a way.

So this evening has gone about as hideously as it possibly could. There's only one solution, which is to keep drinking wine until my nerves have been numbed or I pass out. Whichever comes first. Supper.

Make-up artists should hereby get the Nobel prize for adding to human happiness. And so should hairdressers. And so should Luke.

A mistake isn't a mistake unless it can't be put right.

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.

The great thing about being a novelist is that you organize your own day.

Oh, please. If she's going to use Mr. Darcy to prop up her arguments, I give up.

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 atmosphere in the admin department also seemed very false. My suspicions were aroused when two employees spontaneously started singing the Panther Corporation song. I didn't even know there was a Panther Corporation song.

I'm lying. I don't just need someone like you. I need you.

Every woman in the world sometimes thinks about shoes in the middle of sex. It's a well-known fact.

Every one is allowed to have a false start.