“You plant a seed thinking it's love. It's only when the thing starts putting down roots that you realise it's not growing the way it should. But by then it's too late. It has sprouted foliage, blossomed and borne demented… — Liz Jensen Copy Share Image
“A mixture of feelings- love, distaste, revulsion, pity- rose in my throat…There was an eternity to that moment, that see-sawing split- second when adoration… — Liz Jensen Copy Share Image
Hangovers are a vivid form of vengeance. Last night my apartment became the venue for a small, introverted chardonnay festival. A melancholy choir of… — Liz Jensen Copy Share Image
Men let women down. Over and over again. I'ts what they're programmed to do. — Liz Jensen Copy Share Image
“In my sleepwalking years, I learned the existence of another dimension. I do not inhabit it any longer. But somehow, it continues to inhabit… — Liz Jensen Copy Share Image
“Lord, What a terrible shame. You're so attractive!' I know, I want to tell her. It should have happened to someone really ugly. And… — Liz Jensen Copy Share Image
“You plant a seed thinking it's love. It's only when the thing starts putting down roots that you realise it's not growing the way… — Liz Jensen Copy Share Image
“Carpe Dium, I say. Seize the day. Grab it by the throat and rattle its bollocks” — Liz Jensen Copy Share Image
“Everyone said that one day I was going to have a big accident, an accident to end all accidents. One day you might look… — Liz Jensen Copy Share Image
