Joanne Harris

All the same

getting in the way

However, her real talent, like all women, was for emotion,

Friendship is overrated. Who needs friends when you can have the certitudes of hostility? You know where you stand with an enemy. You know he won’t betray you. It’s the ones who claim to be your friends that you need to beware of.

I tried a last, miserable tactic. ‘Please. I love you, Sig,’ I said.

That’s how pitiful I was. That’s how sorry I was for myself. That’s how wretchedly low I’d sunk – using the L-word to my wife . . .

This is my favorite time of year—this time of fire and falling leaves—and with my heart in its fragile state, I cannot be sure if I will see another.