David Nicholls

‘Travelling,’ she sighed. ‘So predictable.’

‘What’s wrong with travelling?’

‘Avoiding reality more like.’

‘I think reality is over-rated,’

And then some days you wake up and everything is perfect.

. ‘What’s tomorrow?’ she mumbled.

‘Today you mean?’

‘Today. This bright new day that awaits us.’

‘It’s a Saturday. Saturday all day. St Swithin’s Day as a matter of fact.’

Besides, I’ve written this two-woman play about Virginia Woolf and Emily Dickinson called ‘Two Lives’ (either that or ‘Two Depressed Lesbians’).

t this stage in his life, his main criterion for choosing a career was that it should soun

‘If you’re scared of Ingrid—’

‘I’m not scared of her, I’m just not going to do it so that we can say that we’ve done it. And I’m not going to do it if the first thing you say afterwards is “please don’t tell anyone” or “let’s forget it ever happened”. If you have to keep something secret it’s because you shouldn’t be doing it in the first place!’

‘But you’ve got a double-first! What happened to your double-first?’ her mother asked daily, as if Emma’s degree was a super-power that she stubbornly refused to use.

Besides, I’ve written this two-woman play about Virginia Woolf and Emily Dickinson called ‘Two Lives’ (either that or ‘Two Depressed Lesbians’).

think you’re right to give up acting though, not because you’re not good but because you so obviously hate it.

The city had defeated her, just like they said it would. Like some overcrowded party, no-one had noticed her arrival, and no-one would notice if she left.