Welcome To The Graveyard Of Ambition.

Whatever Happens Tomorrow, We Had Today; And I'll Always Remember It

She Glanced Across To Where Tilly And Her Brand New Husband Were Posing For Photographs, Tilly Fluttering A Fan Coquettishly In Front Of Her Face. 'unfortunately I Didn't Realise There Was A French Revolutionary Theme.' 'the Marie-antoinette Thing?' Said Dexter. 'well At Least We Know There'll Be Cake.

I Think You’re Amazing,’ Someone Says To Someone Else, But It Doesn’t Matter Who, Because They’re All Amazing Really. People Are Amazing.

Mortified At The Speed With Which Intimacy Evaporates.

The Future Rose Up Ahead Of Her, A Succession Of Empty Days, Each More Daunting And Unknowable Than The One Before Her.