We are taught we can redeem them, she said to me once. We are taught it as soon as we can read. We can turn the beast into a prince, if only we love him enough.

Love built on pain-the kind that lasts: whatever you love can be taken away from us at any moment but the loss of what we love belongs to us forever.

There's a certain sort of a man whose every charm lies in his predictability.

It must be every barrister's nightmare, something that finds him or her unprepared.

Everything is disproportionate in the middle of the night.