I didn't have time to lose it. I didn't have time to lie down in the corner shop and scream and beat the floor until my hands bled. I didn't have time to miss Jack. Stroma kept on chattering away… — Jenny Valentine Copy Share Image
What's wrong with the world Peter? God, I don't know. Where do you start? People give up. We're defeatists and we stop striving or… — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
It's not knowing that drives you mad. It's imaging things that you wish you couldn't think up all by yourself. — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
“According to Grandad, being a vegetarian wasn't about just health or cruelty of money or flavor: it was about manners. He said that stealing… — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
“What are you afraid of," she said. "Daylight?" No. I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of myself, of whatever it is I'm going to… — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
Everything is going to be fine.” I hate it when people say that, people who have absolutely no idea of what’s coming next. They… — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
Even when you’d lost everything you thought there was to lose, somebody came along and gave you something for free. — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
It's amazing what storms your face can hide, what terrible wrecks can writhe and heave beneath, without one ripple on the surface. — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
I smiled back and I thought how incredible that was, that they would find the time to smile. There was goodness in the world… — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
“I cut off a piece of meatball dripping with sauce. I tried to make my face right. I tried to smile and not grimace,… — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
I didn't have time to lose it. I didn't have time to lie down in the corner shop and scream and beat the floor… — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
I told myself that some families we get without asking, while others we choose. And I chose those two. I think that’s what you’d… — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
There was goodness in the world still, even if you couldn't always see it. — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
I thought about having a proper room, breathing life into it, and nobody minding. — Jenny Valentine Copy Share
