Quotes from Nick Hornby

At hun er i live er bra, men det er ikke dét det handler om.

Is it so wrong, wanting to be at home with your record collection?

Benim kuÅŸa??m?n sorunu ÅŸu: Hepimiz kendimizi birer dahi san?yoruz. Elimizle bir iÅŸ yapmak ya da bir ÅŸeyler satmak bizi tatmin etmiyor, biz ille de bir ÅŸeyler olmak istiyoruz. 21. Yüzy?lda yaÅŸayan insanlar olarak bunun en doÄŸal hakk?m?z olduÄŸunu düÅŸünüyoruz. EÄŸer Christina Aguilera, Britney ya da daha bilmem kaç tane boÅŸ kafal? AmerÅŸkan pop y?ld?z? bir ÅŸey olabiliyorsa, biz niye olmayal?m?

Fifteen years was a long time in the life of a woman, though, when those fifteen years had been disappointing.

wished she didn't spend so much time worrying about the end of it all, but she couldn't help it. Being at the top of your career was like being at the top of a Ferris wheel: you knew that you had to keep moving, and you knew which way you were going. You had no choice.

So putting on my faded black jeans and my old Drive-By Truckers T-shirt was my way of being heard by the right people.

There was a brief windmilling of fists and the two older men staggered backwards; I didn't stay around to find out what kind of beating they took. I ran for the gangway and went straight home, frightened and sick. It was the only manner, really, in which the Centenary Cup Final could have ended.

music has this great way of taking you back somewhere at the same time that it takes you forward, so you feel nostalgic and hopeful all at the same time.

But God, famously, moves in mysterious ways.

One thing the last couple of years has taught me is that there's nothing you can't fuck up if you try hard enough.

back in gear, she closed the door on him. She leaned against it, felt the heat drain from her cheek into the cold wood. And then the dog was there with her in the narrow hallway. She smelled the meat on

Of course, I have never had to take that long walk again, and my ears have not burned with quite the same fury, and I have never had to count the packs of cheap cigarettes in order to avoid mocking eyes and floods of tears…not really, not actually, not as such. It just feels that way, sometimes.

You were going to take me bikini shopping?" "Not me, dear. Patsy. I'm not interested in looking at curvy young women in bikinis. I'm deeply in love with my wife and I'm only interested in money.

Annie, meanwhile, was still trying to twist her mouth into a polite smile. It would take her five minutes to complete the smile, and probably another twenty-four hours to produce an accompanying snappy verbal response.

It made him different, and because he was different he felt uncomfortable, and because he felt uncomfortable he could feel himself floating away for everyone and everything.

Telling a boy in your class that you liked Joni Mitchell was really another way of saying, "If the worst comes to the worst and you knock me up, it'll be okay.

What came first--the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music?

And what I thought was, you could probably go into any church anywhere in the world and see a middle-aged woman, no husband in sight, pushing a young lad in a wheelchair. It was one of the reasons churches were invented, probably.

Perhaps he would wake up the next morning realizing that he'd made an utter ass of himself, but there were worse animals than the ass. And in London you saw asses wandering around everywhere. Nobody seemed to mind, much. Dennis had spent an awful lot of time not making an ass of himself, and he didn't have anything to show for it. The

She had come out tonight because she believed there had to be a present tense, somewhere, and she'd followed Gav and Barnesy because she'd hoped they knew where it was. Is. And they'd dragged her to yet another haunted house.

conversation was not something imposed from above, like an examination. It was more like a sofa that worked out the shape of your arse and adjusted accordingly

What a terrible thing an education was, he thought, if it produced the kind of mind that despised entertainment and the people who valued it. Edith

It wasn't that he made her feel incompetent and unsure of herself and her tastes. It was the reverse. He knew nothing about anything, and she'd never really allowed herself to notice it until now.

It's not reading and whatever that makes you good or bad. It's whether you rape people, or get addicted to crack and go out mugging.