I'm just not going to do it so that we can say that we've done it. And I'm not going to do it if the first thing you say afterwards is 'please don't tell anyone' or 'let's forget it ever happened'. If you have to keep something secret it's because you shouldn't be doing it in the first place!

You can live your whole life not realising that what you're looking for is right in front of you.

Who's he seeing now then?""No idea. They're like funfair goldfish; no point giving them names, they never last that long.

in real life, souls don’t meet, they just wander about

He hadn't been this nervous since the last disastrous night at the improv, and he firmly told himself to calm down as he blotted at the tablecloth, glancing upwards to see Emma wriggling out of her summer jacket, pushing her shoulders back and her chest forward in that way that women do without realising the ache they cause.

Maybe they're in love.""And is that what love looks like - all wet mouths and your skirt rucked up?""Sometines it is.

And there it is again, the look. There's no doubt about it, if Sylvie had a receipt, she would have taken him back by now; this one's gone wrong. It's not what I wanted.

There's a saying, cited in popular song, that if you love someone you must set them free. Well, that's just nonsense. If you love someone, you bind them to you with heavy metal chains.

Though not my field, I was familiar with the notion of alternative realities, but was not used to occupying the one I liked the best.