[He] didn’t like to think of himself as vain, but there were definitely times when he wished there was someone on hand to take his photograph. David Nicholls More Quotes by David Nicholls More Quotes From David Nicholls ...Emma Morley wasn't such a paragon either: pretentious, petulant, lazy, speechifying, judgmental. Self-pitying, self righteous, self-important, all the selfs except self-confident, the quality that she had always needed the most. David Nicholls lazy important self Call me sentimental, but there's no-one in the world that I'd like to see get dysentery more than you David Nicholls dysentery sentimental world You know what i can't understand? You have all these people telling you all the time how great you are, smart and funny and talented and all that, i mean endlessly, i've been telling you for years. So why don't you believe it? why do you think people say that stuff, Em? Do you think it's a conspiracy, people secretly ganging up to be nice about you? David Nicholls smart nice believe This is me.’" He handed her the precious scrap of paper. ‘Call me or I’ll call you, but one of us will call, yes? What I mean is it’s not a competition. You don’t lose if you phone first David Nicholls competition phones mean And they did have fun, though it was of different kind now. All that yearning and passion had been replaced by a steady pulse of pleasure and satisfaction and occasional irritation, and this seemed to be a happy exchange; if there had been moments in her life when she had been more elated, there had never been a time when things had been more constant. David Nicholls irritation passion fun At university, I used to write silly little sketches and monologues, but never fiction. David Nicholls silly writing fiction He's laughing me into a stupor, she thought. I could heckle, I suppose, I could throw a bread roll at him, but he's eaten them all. She glanced at the other diners, all of them going into their act, and thought is this what it all boils down to? Romantic love, is this all it is, a talent show? Eat a meal, go to bed, fall in love with me and I promise you years and years of top notch material like this? David Nicholls romantic-love falling-in-love love-is …surprised all over again at how very comforting very bad food can be. David Nicholls bad-food comforting …and Emma felt another small portion of her soul fall away. David Nicholls emma soul fall She made a firm resolution, one of the resolutions she was making almost daily these days. No more sleepovers, no more writing poetry, no more wasting time. Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again. David Nicholls wasting-time sleepovers writing Being a decent human being will require effort and energy. David Nicholls decent effort energy 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. David Nicholls remembers-you remember-you remember She shouldn't speak her thoughts; nothing good ever came of speaking your thoughts. David Nicholls speak He's a better person when she's around, and isn't that what friends are for, to raise you up and keep you at your best? David Nicholls better-person raises persons For some time now she has had the conviction that life is about to change if only because it must. . . . David Nicholls conviction ifs life-is 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. David Nicholls wonder sometimes believe If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us? David Nicholls wells able should I love that sound,' he mumbled into her hair. 'Blackbirds at dawn.' 'I hate it. Makes me think I've done something I'll regret. David Nicholls regret hate thinking I'm not the consolation prize, Dex. I'm not something you resort to. I happen to think I'm worth more than that. David Nicholls resorts consolation thinking These days the nights and mornings have a tendency to bleed into one another. David Nicholls these-days morning night
