“These things end,” she said. “They always end. Nobody marries their first love. First love is justthat. First. It’s implied that something else will follow.”

“I loved the idea that people could discover things. That you could be the person to see something first. Or see something that nobody else had been able to.”

“You know what my mum once said?’ said Rosie… ‘She said that if a just-married couple put a coin in a jar every time they make love in their first year, and take a coin out for every time that they make love in the years that follow, the jar will never be emptied.’And this means…?’Well’, she said. ‘It’s interesting, isn’t it?”

“The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.”

“When first love ends, most people eventually know there will be more to come. They are not through with love. Love is not through with them. It will never be the same as the first, but it will be better in different ways.”

“The first one is always the hardest," he said."The first?""The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after.”