Quotes from Sophie Kinsella

But you're also fragile. Imagine a mended china plate which hasn't quite set.

It's OK to be private. It's OK to say no. It's OK to say, 'I'm not going to share that'.

Well, I don't howl. Not quite. But I feel like howling.

Sometimes I worry my ideas might dry up', he says, an odd tone to his voice. 'I'm not sure who I'd be without them. Sometimes I think I'm really just an empty vessel floating about, downloading ideas and not much else.

He told me it was love at first sight! shoots back Annalise. How do you explain that? He told me you were instantly attracted to each other and he wanted to ravish you right there on the couch. He said he'd never known anything so sexy as you in your uniform. I'm going to shoot Magnus. What did he have to say that for?

Trust Jess to get engaged all discreetly and not say a word. I'd have run straight in, saying, Guess what? Look at my pebble ring!

It'll be George Michael all over again, Dad mutters darkly to Mum, and I give a sharp intake of breath. That is AGAINST our family code. No one was supposed to mention George Michael ever again. We even turn off Carless Whisper whenever it comes on.

Bex...why did you buy an inflatable canoe?' 'It's for you to lie on. Or something.' 'And a watering can?' 'I couldn't find a plant spray.'Breathlessly I start shoving bags into the taxi. 'But why do I need a plant spray?' 'Look,it wasn't my idea, OK?' I say defensively.

I mean, here we are in LA. The home of celebrities. They're the local natural phenomenon. Everyone knows you come to LA to see the celebrities, like you go to Sri Lanka to see the elephants.

His skin is so hard and rough, it's like shaking a piece of tree bark.

swivel around wildly and finally spot Minnie. She's balanced on a stone bench, tussling with Suze's son Wilfrid over a red plastic truck. "Pleeease!" she's yelling crossly. "Pleeease!" Now, to my horror, she starts hitting Wilfrid with the truck, yelling with each blow: "Please! Please! Please!" The trouble is, Minnie hasn't really absorbed the spirit of the word "please.

He leans forward, and this time there's no hesitation. His mouth lands on mine, sweet and firm. He's kissing me. Jack

I look along the endless line, squinting in the sunshine. I'm twenty-nine years old. I can go anywhere. Do anything. Be anyone I like. There's no rush, I say at last, and reach up to kiss him again.

The thing with giving up is you never know whether you could have done the job.

is, life is all about climbing up, slipping down, and picking yourself up again. And it doesn't matter if you slip down. As long as you're kind of heading more or less upwards. That's all you can hope for. More or less upwards.

Oh God, I'm miss­ing the gene which makes you grow up and buy a flat in Streatham and start visiting Homebase every weekend. Everyone's moving on without me, into a world I don't understand.

Life gets in the way of dreams. Dreams get in the way of life. That's the way it's always been.

But life can't be about holding on to the bad things. It has to be about grabbing on to good things and letting the bad things go.

Whoever started the rumor that life has to be perfect is a very wicked person, if you ask me. Of course it's not!

true love isent true unless it lasts forever

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They were even talking about buying a bodyguard, can you believe it? I mean, what on earth would I look like, turning up with a bodyguard? Actually, I'd look pretty cool and mysterious, wouldn't I? That might have been quite a good idea.

But sometimes you have to be brave. Sometimes you have to show people what's important in life. And I have this very strong gut instinct that what I've done is the right thing. Maybe not the easy thing—but the right thing.

And anyway, who defines "real life"? Who says "real life" is property ladders and hideous pearl earrings? "Shit-boring tedious life," more like.