Quotes from Sophie Kinsella

I think, if Demeter had to put her religion down on a form, she'd put Organic.

Laki-laki yang ingin menikah akan melamar. Kau tidak perlu membaca tanda-tandanya. Mereka melamar, dan itulah tanda-tandanya.

DEAR SAMANTHA 1. ALL YOUR FOOD IS PAST ITS SELL-BY DATES. SHOULD I THROW AWAY? 2. DO YOU HAVE ANY CLEANING MATERIALS, E.G. BLEACH? COULD NOT FIND ANY. 3. ARE YOU COLLECTING CHINESE FOOD CARTONS FOR ANY REASON? DID NOT THROW THEM AWAY, JUST IN CASE. YOUR CLEANER JOANNE

If life has taught me anything, it's don't ever assume. Nail it down. Get things clear.

The trouble is, depression doesn't come with handy symptoms like spots and a temperature, so you don't realize at first. 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?

We've always been that couple. Blended. Intertwined. We read each other's thoughts. We finished each other's sentences. I thought we couldn't surprise each other anymore.

Like today, she's wearing an orange chiffony shirt over a pair of white cotton trousers, espadrilles, and a big wooden necklace, the kind I could never wear in a million years.

We're us, he murmurs in my ear. We're us again.

Oh God, maybe there's something wrong with me. 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.

Samantha, cooking isn't about writing down. It's about tasting. Feeling. Touching. Smelling.

This is stupid. How am I supposed to predict which T-shirts I'm going to want to wear? The whole point about T-shirts is you choose them in the morning according to your mood, like crystals, or aromatherapy oils. Imagine if I woke up in the mood for my "Elvis Is Groovy" T-shirt and I didn't have it with me?

I can feel every self-defensive instinct waking up. Because here's the thing I need to remember: life is good at the moment. And I'm not about to blight it by pining after a man. I'm not about to hope for impossible things. However well we seemed to work together.

Tasting," she says, removing my pen and paper from my hands. "Not writing. You need to use your senses. Your instincts.

A volte penso che staremmo meglio se fossimo semi di soffione: niente famiglia, niente storia, liberi di volare nel mondo, ciascuno nel proprio batuffolo di lanugine.

as I survey the faces that I love so dearly, I feel a kind of contentment. So we're not flash. So we're not moneyed. So we don't have all the answers or know exactly where we're going. We'll still be all right, our family. We'll be all right.

You know Alicia, don't you?" Luke is saying, and he gestures to the immaculate blond girl beside him.

We spend all weekend cooking.

I'd laugh, only my stupid lizard brain has disabled the laugh button for now. I'm too frozen up with tension. I am owed so much laughter. Sometimes I hope I'm building up a stockpile of missing laughs, and when I've recovered, they'll all come exploding out in one gigantic fit that last twenty-four hours.

Emma, it's not worth the risk! For the sake of a taxi fare or two.' I'm pretty sure that if I asked my grandpa what he thought the average taxi fare was in London, he'd say five shillings.

I have never felt so mortified in my entire life. Ever. Jack Harper takes me to the grandest, poshest restaurant in the world. And I take him to a park bench in Clapham.

She's also got a suntan, which must mean she's just come back from Mauritius or somewhere, and suddenly I feel a bit pale and weedy in comparison.

It hasn't snowed like this for years. Real, proper snow. Dickensian snow

We watch the chickens scratch in the dirt, and sip freshly brewed coffee accompanied by a pumpkin muffin or salty, crumbly cheese sandwiched with lettuce in homemade bread.

Millionaire?' Mum looks totally confused. 'So… does he still want the quiche?