“I thought marriage was for ever. I really did. I thought Luke and I would grow old and grey together. Or at least, old. (I'm not intending to go grey, ever...)”

“It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be...Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight.I'm old.”

“You panicked". Venetia's voice is suddenly throbbing, as though she can't control a long-buried anger. "You panicked, Luke, and we lost the best relationship that we had. Everyone was jealous of us at Cambridge, everyone. We were perfect together."We weren't perfect!" He looks at her incredulously. "And I didn't panic---"You did! You couldn't cope with the commitment! It frightened you!"It did not frighten me!" Luke shouts, exasperated. "It made me realize you weren't the person I wanted to have children with. Or spend the rest of my life with. Ever. And that's why I ended it!”

“Becky . . .” Luke looks at me carefully. “Have you ever been on a horse in your life?”“Yes! Of course I have!”Once. When I was ten. And I fell off.But I probably wasn’t concentrating or something.“Just be careful, won’t you?” he says. “I’m not quite ready to become a widower.”

“I wonder if Luke would take a hit of tomato ketchup for me. I might ask him later. Just casually.”

“If I worked at White Globe Consulting, I wouldn't be able to do my job. I would spend all day texting the other people in the office, asking them what was going on today and had they heard anything new and what did they think was going to happen.Hmm. Maybe it's a good thing I'm not in an office job.”

“I know this is our honeymoon. But just sometimes, I wish Luke was a girl.”