Love and kindness go hand in hand. by Marian Keyes

Love and kindness go hand in hand.

Marian Keyes

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How to make God laugh? Tell Him your plans. by Marian Keyes

How to make God laugh? Tell Him your plans.

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Why do we have such a finite capacity for pleasure but an infinit... by Marian Keyes

Why do we have such a finite capacity for pleasure but an infinite one for pain?

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... I am more of an ambler. I once overheard my old boss in Dublin describe me as very "hello trees, hello flowers." It was intended as an insult and it fulfilled its brief; I was insulted. I had little interest in greeting trees and flowers but nor did I treat life as a treadmill, on which it was vital to keep fleeing forward in order to avoid being sucked off the back and out of the game.

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Hen nights should be banned. You're honour-bound to behave atrociously, then feel terribly ashamed afterwards. (This Charming Man)

In an unpredictable and unpleasant world it was both unusual and very pleasant to hear what I wanted to hear.

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I used to write in bed, starting when I woke up. I believe that creative work comes from our subconscious mind, so I try to keep the gap between sleep and writing as minimal as possible.

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I think denial's fascinating. It's a jokey word, but it really happens, and sometimes in enormous ways.

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I rang my mother to thank her for giving birth to me and she said, "What choice had I? You were in there, how else were you going to get out?

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God! I hated this business of being grown-up. I hated having to make decisions where I didn't know what was behind the door. I wanted a world where heroes and villains were clearly labeled. Where ominous music comes on-screen so you can't possibly mistake him. Where someone asks you to choose between playing with the beautiful princess in the fragrant garden and being eaten by the hideous monster in the foul-smelling pit. Not exactly a difficult one, now is it? Not something that you would agonize over, or that would make you lose a night's sleep?

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One day we'll all be dead, and none of this will matter" -The Bri... by Marian Keyes

One day we'll all be dead, and none of this will matter" -The Brightest Star in the Sky.

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I haven’t had Botox because my face is a bit lopsided and I depend on keeping everything animated so that people don’t notice.

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Waiting to be 'better' is the wrong approach. It's learning to li... by Marian Keyes

Waiting to be 'better' is the wrong approach. It's learning to live with it.

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I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and h... by Marian Keyes

I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and harder being with other people.

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It was only when the salt water of my tears ran into my cuts and made them sting that I discovered I was crying.

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It's not like you take the right turning and you get everlasting happiness and you take the wrong one and your life's a disaster. In real life it's often impossible to tell which decision is the one you should make because what you stand to gain and what you stand to lose are sometimes-often-neck and neck.

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No more humiliation for me, thanks very much. No more swallowing my anger. Honestly, I couldn't manage another mouthful. But it was delicious. Did you make it yourself?

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I knew it, I just knew it! The person who had the job of writing my life's dialogue used to work on a very low budget soap opera.

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I wished there was some kind of switch on my brain. That I could turn it off in the same way that I could turn off the television. Just click it off and immediately empty my mind of all these images and worrying thoughts. And simply leave a blank screen. Or if I could just remove my head and put it on the bedside table and forget about it until morning. And then attach it again when I needed it.

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Besides, I'd seen a really nice pair of shoes yesterday in the mall and I wanted them for my own. I can't describe the feeling of immediate familiarity that rushed between us. The moment I clapped eyes on them I felt like I already owned them. I could only suppose that we were together in a former life. That they were my shoes when I was a serving maid in medieval Britain or when I was a princess in ancient Egypt. Or perhaps they were the princess and I was the shoes. Who's to know? Either way I knew that we were meant to be together.

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You've recognised a fundamental feature of an addict's life. Maintaining your habit is so important you've no real interest in anything else.

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