Zadie Smith

"He was bookish, she was not; he was theoretical, she political. She called a rose a rose. He called it an accumulation of cultural and biological constructions circulating around the mutually attracti…"

"A past tense, future perfect kind of night."

"His mind was a small thing with big holes through which passions regularly seeped out."

"You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying, 'Yeah, he fucked off and left me. He just couldn't deal with love. He was too fucked up to know how to love me.' Now how did that happen? What was it abo…"

"… and catholics give out forgiveness at the same time politicians give out promises and whores give out."

"The thinnest covering of luck was on him like fresh dew. While he slipped in and out of consciousness, the position of the planets, the music of the spheres, the flap of a tiger moth's diaphanous wing…"

"The greatest lie ever told about love is that it sets you free."

"In a whisper he began begging for—and, as the sun set, received—the concession people always beg for: a little more time."