Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry. — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me? You were once, weren't you? In the… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“You can live your whole life not realising that what you're looking for is right in front of you.” — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
Well, I don't think Hollywood's a dirty word at all, I love a lot of Hollywood films. — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“And is that what love looks like - all wet mouth sand your skirt rucked up?” — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
I love Billy Wilder, and I love the way that his films can be very touching and very moving and very romantic,… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
I think I became a writer because I used to write letters to my friends, and I used to love writing them.… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
Most of the books and films I love walk a knife edge between romance and cynicism, and I wanted 'One Day' to… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
And it was at moments like this that she had to remind herself that she was in love with him, or had… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
I read a lot of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I love 'Tender is the Night,' and its atmosphere of doomed romance. He was… — 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… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
But at the best of times she feels like a character in a Muriel Spark novel — independent, bookish, sharp-minded, secretly romantic. — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, when it's going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just… — 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
“Falling in love like that? Writing poetry, crying at pop songs? Dragging people into photo-booths, taking a while day to make a… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
He's laughing me into a stupor, she thought. I could heckle, I suppose, I could throw a bread roll at him, but… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
I know that for every reader who has lost the habit or can't find the time, there are people who've never enjoyed… — 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
“Sylvie's sort of pregnant. Well not sort of. She is. Pregnant. Actually pregnant with a baby.' 'Oh Dexter! Do you know the… — 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
“No, this, she felt, was real life and if she wasn’t as curious or passionate as she had once been, that was… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“The last year had been a series of wrong turns, bad choices, abandoned projects. There was the all-girl band in which she… — 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
“I love him, she thought, I'm just not in love with him and also I don't love him.” — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“And is that what love looks like -- all wet mouths and your skirt rucked up?" "Sometimes it is.” — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“He wonders if he still might tell her that he loves her or, more tentatively, that he 'thinks he might be in… — 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
“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
I love him, she thought. I'm just not in love with him and also I don't love him. I've tried, I've strained… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
She glanced at the other diners, all of them going into their act, and thought is this what it all boils down… — 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
