Rachel's Holiday

You've recognised a fundamental feature of an addict's life. Maintaining your habit is so important you've no real interest in anything else.

They say the path of true love never runs smooth. Well, Luke and my true love's path didn't run at all, it limped along in new boots that were chafing its heels. Blistered and cut, red and raw, every hopping, lopsided step, a little slice of agony.

The things we dislike most in others are the characteristics we like least in ourselves.

My life was a wreck. I had nothing, no material possessions, unless debts counts. Fourteen pairs of shoes that were too small for me was all I had to show after a lifetime of profligate spending. I hadn’t a job. I hadn’t any qualifications. I’d achieved nothing with my life. I’d never been happy. I had no husband or boyfriend.

You only grow up by living through the shit that life throws at you

Talk is cheap, but look at how people behave, not at what they say.

I was anxious to please, even if I hated the recipient of my pleasing. My pleasee.

It never rains but it damn well pours and I was afraid I’d be washed away in the deluge.

I had thought the only person Neil loved was himself. That he probably shouted his own name when he was coming.

She liked to pretend that she liked everyone, in the hope that it might help her jump the line into Heaven.

I wanted to show her how disgusted I was by not eating a thing, but a chocolate cookie is a chocolate cookie.

Wasn’t this the man who had made hot-water bottles for me every month when I got my period,

I’d always felt that there was only a finite amount of good fortune in the universe to go around.