You spend Christmas at somebody's house, you worry about their operations, you give them hugs and kisses and flowers, you see them in their dressing gown...and then bang, that's it. Gone forever. And sooner or later there will be another… — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
You can wait forever for the muse to sit on your shoulder, but most of the time you know what has to be done… — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
…I've had a bad week." What's happened?" Nothing's happened. I've had a bad week in my head, is all. — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
“When they – I cannot bring myself to use the first-person plural in this instance.” — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
“What you don't ever catch a glimpse of on your wedding day - because how could you? - is that some days you will hate your spouse, that you will look at him and regret ever changing a word with him, let alone a ring and bodily fluids. Nor is it possible to foresee the desperation and depression, that sense… — Nick Hornby Copy Share
A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You've got to kick off… — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
I'm still not a very good white wine, but I'm drinkable - you could put me in a punch, anyway. — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
I never mind the accusations of domesticity, as long as people recognise that all of us, even the luckiest, will live lives in which… — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
I wasted the 1980s. I wasted every minute at Cambridge talking to people who knew more about music than I did. — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
“I took her outside on to a little roof terrace that looked like it never got the sun at nay time of the day r year, but there was a picnic table and a grill out there anyway. Those little grills are everywhere in England, right? To me they've come to represent the trumph of hope over circumstance, seeing as… — Nick Hornby Copy Share
“I feel as though I have been having conversations like this all my life. None of us is young anymore, but what has just… — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
“Read any women's magazine and you'll see the same complaint over and over again: men - those little boys ten or twenty or thirty years on - are hopeless in bed. They are not interested in "foreplay"; they have no desire to stimulate the erogenous zones of the opposite sex; they are selfish, greedy, clumsy, unsophisticated. These complaints, you can't… — Nick Hornby Copy Share
