Quotes from Sophie Kinsella

So I'm biding my time, like a surfer waiting for a wave. I'm pretty good at surfing, as it happens, and I know the wave will come. When the moment is right, I'll get Demeter's attention. She'll look at my stuff, everything will click, and I'll start riding my life. Not paddling, paddling, paddling, like I am right now.

You can't switch sides! I glare at him in fury. I was never on your side, retorts Lorcan. Your side is the nutty side.

Qué le voy a decir? Seré franca y sincera, pero sin contarle la verdad.

Maybe I could... secretly fix a trailer onto the car when Luke ins't looking? Ot maybe I could wear all my clothes, on top of each other, and say I'm feeling a bit chilly...

You know, this always happens. Whenever I go away, I always think I'll come back to mountains of exciting posts, with parcels and telegrams and letters full of scintillating news - and I'm always disappointed. In fact, I really think someone should set up a company called holidaypost.com which you would pay to write you loads of exciting letters, just so you had something to look forward to when you got home.

People break up. It's just the way things are. And you can't dwell on what might have been. You have to look at what is.

You can't go back in time and do life a different way.

And then Jo met Professor Bhaer, so we had to watch that bit. And then Beth died. So I guess the March sisters were on their own jagged graph too.

You can't hold on to things just because of the memories. Otherwise, no one would ever move house. Or country. Or chuck a crap boyfriend. Every crap boyfriend has at least one good memory attached to him. But you have to let them go. Otherwise, you're all, 'Oh, but there was that lovely time we walked in the autumn leaves.

Becky, if I had to wait five years, then I would. Or eight -- or even ten. He pauses, and there's complete silence except for a tiny gust of wind, blowing confetti about the churchyard. But I hope that one day -- preferably rather sooner than that -- you'll do me the honor of marrying me?

That girl is going to go far. I have no idea in which direction- but she'll go far

You're perfect,' he says almost fiercely. 'You don't need to change one hair. One freckle. One little toe. And if it's me that's made you feel you should do this … then there's something wrong with me.

You'd never get tired of a pony. It's a classic. It's, like, the Chanel jacket of toys.

Sweetheart, I know you think it'll be a cathartic experience and you'll say your piece and everyone will come away the wiser,' says Dad. 'But in real life that doesn't happen. I've confronted enough assholes in my time. They never realize they're assholes. Not once. Whatever you say.

Love is all that counts in this crazy, mixed-up world...

One thing: I can damn well wear lipstick.

It was about how you have to be strong to break free from abuse and not constantly measure yourself against toxic people but stand strong and distinct like a healthy tree. Not some stunted, falling-over, co-dependent victim tree. Or whatever.

Mum always says the right thing. She always makes everything better.

I run. I always fucking run. Well, I'm not running anymore. I want stability. I want love.

Becky . . ." Luke looks at me carefully. "Have you ever been on a horse in your life?" "Yes! Of course I have!" Once. When I was ten. And I fell off. But I probably wasn't concentrating or something. "Just be careful, won't you?" he says. "I'm not quite ready to become a widower.

These corners are getting a bit bulky. Mum looks consideringly at the catalog. Maybe we should fold down if we're not interested in the page.

This is the last time I ever get a private detective off the internet.

I know friends should be supportive of each other's life decisions and all that.

She says screens are the cigarettes of our age. They're toxic, and we're only going to realize the damage they're doing when it's too late.