What harm has he ever done to you?' 'You know what harm he's done me. He offended me with his terrible taste. Nick Hornby More Quotes by Nick Hornby More Quotes From Nick Hornby If you really wanted to mess me up, you should have got to me earlier. Nick Hornby mess should-have wanted Barry, you're over thirty years old. You owe it to your mum and dad not to sing in a group called Sonic Death Monkey. Nick Hornby monkeys dad years ...I feel as though I made a face and the wind changed, and now I have to go through life grimacing in this horrible way. Nick Hornby faces wind way The non-fiction bestseller lists frequently prove that we all want to know more about everything, even if we didn't know that we wanted to know - we're just waiting for the right person to come along and tell us about it. Nick Hornby lists waiting fiction The kind of love my mum talks about is full of worry and work and forgiving people and putting up with things and stuff like that. It's not a lot of fun, that's for sure. If that really is love, the kind my mum talks about, then nobody can ever know if they love somebody, can they? It seems like what she's saying is, if you're pretty sure you love somebody, the way I was sure in those few weeks, then you can't love them, because that isn't what love is. Trying to understand what she means by love would do your head in. Nick Hornby fun love mean As I get older, the tyranny that football exerts over my life, and therefore over the lives of the people around me, is less reasonable and less attractive. Nick Hornby attractive football people Indeed, there is a moment on the first CD - the electrifying opening to "I Got Loaded," which sounds like an R&B standard but isn't - when you might find yourself asking whether anyone who has ever been smitten by pop music can fail to have his heart stopped by the chords, the swing, and, once again, Steve Berlin's wonderfully greasy sax. Nick Hornby swings cds heart Self-pity is an ignoble emotion, but we all feel it, and the orthodox critical line that it represents some kind of artistic flaw is dubious, a form of emotional correctness. Nick Hornby dubious emotional self The truth will set you free. Either that or it'll get you a punch in the nose. Nick Hornby confessing truth-will-set-you-free noses I see now that dismissing YA books because you're not a young adult is a little bit like refusing to watch thrillers on the grounds that you're not a policeman or a dangerous criminal, and as a consequence, I've discovered a previously ignored room at the back of the bookstore that's filled with masterpieces I've never heard of. Nick Hornby criminals adults book When even the scrupulously detached BBC is exhorting us to talk to God, you know something is going on. Nick Hornby detached knows Phone calls like ours only happen when you've spent several years hurting and being hurt, until every work you utter or hear becomes coded and loaded, as complicated and full of subtext as a bleak and brilliant play. Nick Hornby phones hurt years Most people get suicide, I guess; most people, even if it's hidden deep down inside somewhere, can remember a time in their lives when they thought about whether they really wanted to wake up the next day. Wanting to die seems like it might be a part of being alive. Nick Hornby suicidal next-day suicide We get together with people because they're the same or because they're different, and in the end we split with them for exactly the same reasons. Nick Hornby different together people The point is you keep going. You want to. So all the things that make you want to are the point. Nick Hornby keep-going want 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 Nick Hornby christmas messages world We're here for such a short amount of time. Why do we spend any of it building sandcastles? Nick Hornby amount sandcastles building Everyone disliked their partners at some time or another, she knew that. But she’d spent her hours in the dark wondering whether she’d ever liked him. Would it really have been so much worse to spend those years alone? Why did there have to be someone else in the room while she was eating, watching TV, sleeping? Nick Hornby dark sleep years He'd told her it was just a scratch and got cross when she hadn't offered morphine. Nick Hornby morphine scratches crosses She was trying to say something else; she was trying to say that the inability to articulate what one feels in any satisfactory way is one of our enduring tragedies. It wouldn't have been much, and it wouldn't have been useful, but it would have been something that reflected the gravity and the sadness inside her. Instead, she had snapped at him for being a loser. It was as if she were trying to find a handhold on the boulder of her feelings, and had merely ended up with grit under her nails. Nick Hornby sadness tragedy feelings
