Quotes from Nick Hornby, About a Boy

Reciprocation was a pretty powerful stimulant to the imagination.

There had been times when he knew, somewhere in him, that he would get used to it, whatever it was, because he had learnt that some hard things became softer after a very little while.

That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.

There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them.

It struck him that how you spent Christmas was a message to the world about where you were in life, some indication of how deep a hole you had managed to burrow for yourself