"But writers and their woes: they couldn't be parted. Not for anything."
- Naomi Wood
"Children, Hadley thinks to herself, children are more civilised than this gang on the sauce."
"She kissed him but he didn't seem to recognize it."
"The hangover: such a cure, she thinks, for overthinking."
"Talents too many, not enough of any."
"The longer I don't write, the more I hurt."
"No one ever tells you that: that there’s no method. Writing’s a lawless place."
"I want to be a good man, a good writer.""Be one or the other, Ernest, not both."
"No man should be asked to live with so much sadness, and with so little promise of relief."
"Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he could not live anymore."