Quotes from book

One Day

“So - whatever happened to you?'
'Life. Life happened.”

“The true writer, the born writer, will scribble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall of a cell.”

“Whatever happens tomorrow, we've had today.”

“We're not ourselves, are we? I'm certainly not myself, not anymore. And you're not either. You don't seem yourself. Not as I remember you.”

“In the future, I'll be braver, she told herself. In the future, I will always speak my mind, eloquently, passionately.”

“For some time now she has had the conviction that life is about to change if only because it must….”

“Today. This bright new day that awaits us”

“Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you.”

“Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die instead?”

“So do you think it's true what they say? About girls liking bastards?'
'He's not a bastard. He's an idiot.'
'Do girls like idiots then?”

“These days the nights and mornings have a tendency to bleed into one another.”

“I'm not the consolation prize, Dex. I'm not something you resort to. I happen to think I'm worth more than that.”

“He wanted to live life in such a way that if a photograph were taken at random, it would be a cool photograph. Things should look right. Fun; there should be a lot of fun and no more sadness than absolutely necessary.”

“People change, no use getting sentimental about it. Move on, find someone else.”

“You can't throw away years of your life because it makes a funny anecdote.”

“Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance.”

“The problem with all these fiercely individualistic girls was that they were all exactly the same.”

“These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through.”

“Sometimes, when it is going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationary.”