Do you miss her?' 'Who? Emma? Of course. Every day. She was my best friend. — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you,… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“This not-hotness had weighed heavily on his mind, but he tried to dismiss it as envy. Envy was just the tax you… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Nevertheless she feels a great wave of affection for Dexter Mayhew. In eight years not a day has gone by when she… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved if at… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.” — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“So they were pen pals now, Emma composing long, intense letters crammed with jokes and underlining, forced banter and barely concealed longing;… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
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… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Change lives through art, maybe. Write beautifully. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
but they had also settled into the maddening familiarity of friendship; maddening for her at least. — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
It would be inappropiate, undignified, at 38, to conduct friendships or love affairs with the ardour or intensity of a 22 year… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right. — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately, fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“She was talking too loud now, shouting almost, and a long silence followed. Why was she being like this? He was only… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn’t thought of him. She misses him and she wants him… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“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… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will.' Her lips touched his cheek. 'I just don't… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“And sometimes I get carried away, that's all. If you weren't so...judgemental all the time-" "Am I? I don't think I am… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Change lives through art maybe. Write beautifully. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved if… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately ,experience new things, love and be loved.” — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Can I say something?' 'Go on' 'I'm a little drunk' 'Me too. That's okay.' 'Just....I missed you, you know.' 'I missed you… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Good God, 'the elusive thing'. She had reached a turning point. She no longer believed that a situation could be made better by writing… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
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… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
I still find it absurdly difficult to concentrate on a novel if there's a phone or computer to hand; I have taken to locking… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
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. — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“He presses two fingers against each eye and attempts to account for this crippling melancholy, but is having trouble with rational thought. It feels… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Live each day as if it's our last', that was the conventional advice, but really who had the energy for that? What if it… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
She was reaching the limits of how much its possible to change a man — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“How would she fill the days? She had no idea. The trick of it, she told herself, is to be courageous and bold and… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn't practical. Better by far to simply try and be good and… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
Sometimes, when it is going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
The city had defeated her, just like they said it would. Like some overcrowded party, no one had noticed her arrival, and would notice… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
