At university, I used to write silly little sketches and monologues, but never fiction. — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
If there's anything I'm keen to get better at in my writing, then it's the writing of prose as opposed to the… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
She made a firm resolution, one of the resolutions she was making almost daily these days. No more sleepovers, no more writing… — 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
“No more sleepovers, no more writing poetry, no more wasting time. Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.” — 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
I usually write on a computer - unless I get stuck, at which point I switch to write by hand. I think… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
I worry sometimes that I'm a bit moralistic; always writing about men who are learning to grow up, not be so self-absorbed,… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things. She had tried being… — 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
The true writer, the born writer, will scribble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall… — 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
She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
…she was discovering once again that reading and writing were not the same — you couldn't just soak it up then squeeze… — 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
The trick of it, she told herself, is to be courageous and bold and make a different. Not change the world exactly,… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
Screenwriting is always about what people say or do, whereas good writing is about a thought process or an abstract image or… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
She had reached a turning point. She no longer believed that a situation could be made better by writing a poem about… — 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
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
