Quotes from Sophie Kinsella

Whatever's gone before, life's too short not to make amends. Life's too short to bear a grudge.

Your job is obviously very pressured." "I thrive under pressure," I explain. Which is true. I've known that about myself ever since Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Well. Ever since my mother told me, when I was about eight. You thrive under pressure, Samantha. Our whole family thrives under pressure. It's like our family motto or something.

My phone is my people. It's my friends. It's my family. It's my work. It's my world. It's everything. I feel like someone's wrenched my life support system away from me.

Hare hare . . . I've moved on . . . hare hare . . . I'm in a good place . . .

Although, actually, what more-momentous instant is there in life than being in bed with the person you feel is right? Really, really right?

You're here to relax. To take a moment for yourself. Not to send e-mails. E-mail's an obsession! An addiction! As evil as alcohol. Or caffeine.

carries hope round with him like an aura, and whenever I touch him a little bit of it filters into me.

If you mean business, then spend your money on the business, not on expensive meals.

People like that, the more you try to threaten them, the more aggressive they get. We need to coax him. Persuade him. Like that story about the man in his cloak - the wind can't blow it off him but the sun makes him take it off of his own accord.

Mum's suddenly become interested in LOC

My knowledge of Las Vegas is fairly limited. In fact, it basically consists of watching Ocean's Eleven about a thousand times.

I'm going to make my life work for me. I'm not going to let it whirl round like a kaleidoscope anymore. It's my life, which means I get to choose how it goes. Even if that means wrestling it to the floor and bashing it on the head and saying: Take that, life!

So this evening has gone about as hideously as it possibly could. There's only one solution, which is to keep drinking wine until my nerves have been numbed or I pass out. Whichever comes first. Supper

Leila always reminds me of Bambi. She has long spindly legs and she wears high wedged sandals that clip-clop like hooves and she peers at the world through her long eyelashes as though she's not sure if it's about to shoot her.

What's this? Dumbledore?

Mum's like one of those dressage riders on TV. She changes her voice an iota and we all obey her instantly, like trained Olympic horses.

Incredibly fond.

You keep saying "I'm fine" to people when you're not fine. You think you should be fine. You keep saying to yourself: "Why aren't I fine?

They talk about body language, as if we all speak it the same. But everyone has their own dialect.

Some time in the early hours of the morning, I find myself staring at him in the dim bedroom light, at the strong, lithe form of him. His back has a curve to it like the sweep of a boat. I steal out a hand to stroke it, wondering whether he's awake, when he turns and his eyes glint at me. "Do you sail?" I say, half sleepily. "No. Used to row, though." "Huh." I nod my head: That makes sense.

Hundreds?" I stare at her. "Why did you keep hundreds of email printouts?" "Don't you start!" says Demeter defensively. "I suppose I thought I might need them one day.

If love is easy, then you're not doing it right. Tilda

As I walk along the pavement I'm feeling a bit shamefaced. I should have got out my 120 quid and given it to that man for his baby, instead of buying a pointless scarf. I mean, when you think about it, what's more important? Clothes—or the miracle of new life? As I ponder this issue, I feel quite deep and philosophical. In fact, I'm so engrossed, I almost walk past my turning.

What if I do nothing for six minutes? What am I supposed to write down then?