Quotes from Sophie Kinsella

For all that I loved him, I never got to the core of Joe. I never reached his innermost Russian doll. He always kept a part of himself locked well away.

If he does love her, then maybe he's forgotten what love is supposed to be like

There's no point in pressing her for details or asking bluntly what happened. Lottie has her own distinct process for dealing with breakups. You can't hurry her and you must not express any sympathy. I've learned this the hard way.

Or Nick Park," I say craftily. "You know? The Wallace and Gromit man?" "Ah!" says Tarkie, perking up. "The Wrong Trousers. Now, that was a jolly good film.

He pauses to stretch out his fingers and I'm suddenly transfixed by his hands. Hands which used to roam over me, caress me, make love to me. I know how much emotional intelligence is in those hands. I know how he balances thoughtful, cerebral caution with audacious risk-taking, all without a flicker.

Plus, you know, the buffet really is excellent. And my appetite has greatly recovered after a few cups of coffee. In fact, I've decided to switch from the 5:2 diet to the "get the most from your buffet because it's costing you a fortune" diet.

He hurt me so much, I can hardly bear to look at him. But if I needed someone to use a scalpel to save my life, he's the one I'd turn to. Like a shot.

The idea of asking Joe for help makes me wince. It's humiliating. It's opening old wounds. It's my worst option. But it's my only option. Slowly, I draw my phone out of my pocket. I scroll down to Joe's number. And I send him a text. It's very short and to the point. In fact, it just reads: Hi.

I'll find out afterward. If Suze tells me. Which she may not. Some things are private. I mean, we're grown-ups now. You don't share everything. (Except, I really, really hope she tells me.)

His dark, steady gaze is impossible to read. I don't know what he's thinking. Except that he was thinking about me. And that he still has feelings about me. Of some sort. Essentially the same way.

Full equity partnership is the highest pinnacle, way above the first rung of partnership. It's the most prestigious job in law. I never, ever, ever expected that.

don't like the sound of that," says Suze at last.

God, love is crap. It's crap.

I still remember Mum. Kind of. I have dim splashes of memory like an unfinished watercolor.

Double advantage points! I mean, it's just free money, isn't it?

My head is prickling and I can sense Suze staring meaningfully at me, but I don't want to meet her gaze. I want to make the perfect lighthearted comment that will instantly smooth everything over. Right now, though, I can't quite think of it

Oh, you too, Becky!" says Nadine insincerely, then she looks at my spiky boots. "Don't those kill your feet? I can't do heels. I don't do rock music and I don't do heels over two inches. End of." She gives Craig a satisfied look and he gazes at her admiringly

Suze us my oldest, dearest friend, and being with her used to feel like the easiest thing in the world. But now it feels like I'm in a stage play and I've forgotten my lines and she's not about to help me out.

if he thinks he's never competed with clothes before, than his girl friends have ben lying to him.

Mi pare di aver capito una cosa, e cioè che la vita è questo, salire e poi scivolare più giù, e ricominciare a salire. Le scivolate non contano. L'importante è che il percorso nel suo insieme vada più o meno verso l'alto. E' il massimo che si può chiedere. Più o meno, salire.

My friend lost his mother when we were at college. I spent a lot of nights talking with him. Lot of nights. He pauses. I know what it's like. You don't just get over it. And it doesn't make any difference if you're supposedly a grown-up. And it never goes away

Il lavoro è sicuramente una delle cose più importanti della vita, e dovrebbe essere adatto a te. Lo stipendio non è tutto.

I think I've finally worked out how to feel good about life. Every time you see someone's bright-and-shiny, remember: they have their own crappy truths, too. Of course they do. And every time you see your own crappy truth and feel despair and think: Is this my life …? you should remember: it's not. Everyone's got a bright-and-shiny, even if it's hard to find sometimes.

wackeres Stapfen durch die verregnete Oxford Street. Und mit einer Tonschale kann man nichts verkehrt machen, oder? Es gab da auf dem Markt auch Herrenbrieftaschen.