“You're great but you're not there when I go to bed at night or get up in the morning. You don't make me a cup of tea after a hard day at work, or rub my back in the bath. I'm sick of being lonely. Is that so wrong? ”

“You've heard all about me. I may sound desperate and tragic. But i'm not. The bit about me being single is true, but that doesn't mean I'm easy pickings or that I'm going to fall in to bed with the first man who buys me a cappuccino. Especially if he's married. She felt dizzy with the effort of being so upfront ”

“I'm going to join that dating agency it's going to open me up to new people; widen my horizons''you mean lower your standards and get you dating retards!”

“You're only significant relationship of the last decade has been with a married man. Don't you want to be loved, don't you want someone to care about you, to actually give a shit about whether you've had a bad day?”

“Men are like busses. I mean, you wait for ages and ages, and when one does finally come along you can't get on. And that bit about them coming in threes, well, that's just a myth.”

“Being with you is as easy as being alone.”

“She tried to ignore the fact that the dazzling, colourful world John had opened up for her had suddenly switched back to grey.”