“A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.”

I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.

I hadn’t realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn’t predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went.

I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn’t just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen…It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

I am conscious that knowing me has caused you pain, and grief, and I hope that one day when you are less angry with me and less upset you will see not just that I could only have done the thing that I did, but also that this will help you live a really good life, a better life, than if you hadn’t met me.

I was once told by someone wise that writing is perilous as you cannot always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.

I worked out what would make me happy, and I worked out what I wanted to do, and I trained myself to do the job that would make those two things happen

I know there are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t even be saying what I am. But I love you. I do. I knew it when I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit.

There was nothing left for me to do. Do you know how hard it is to say nothing ? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite?

It’s complicated.’ ‘So’s quantitative easing. But I still get that it means printing money.

We are all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God’s purpose to understand.

That evening she glowed. She gave off a vibration of energy that he suspected only he could detect.

Sit here long enough you get to know everything. You listen, see ?” She taps the side of her head.

So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.

I know this isn’t a conventional love story.

Astonishingly, not all girls get dressed just to please men.

Everything takes time… and that’s something that your generation find it a lot harder to adjust to.