I miss him like one might miss a scar, or wooden leg, something disfiguring but characteristic. — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
It is the act of reading itself that I miss, the opportunity to retreat further and further from the world until I… — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
We had no irony when it came to girls, though. There was just no time to develop it. One moment they weren't… — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
Complaining about boring football is a little like complaining about the sad ending of King Lear: it misses the point somehow. — 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… — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
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… — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
“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… — Nick Hornby Copy Share Image
