He put one hand lightly on the back of her neck and simultaneously she placed one hand lightly on his hip, and they kissed in the street as all around them people hurried home in the summer light, and it… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
A moment passed, perhaps half a second when their faces said what they felt, and then Emma was smiling, laughing, her arms around his neck. — 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
