You wouldn't believe that so much could change just because a relationship ended.

You had to live in your own bubble. You couldn't force your way into someone else's, because then it wouldn't be a bubble any more.

There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them.

Look at all the things that can go wrong for men. There’s the nothing-happening-at-all problem, the too-much-happening-too-soon problem, the dismal-droop-after-a-promising-beginning problem; there’s the size-doesn’t-matter-except-in-my-case problem, the failing-to-deliver-the-goods problem…and what do women have to worry about? A handful of cellulite? Join the club. A spot of I-wonder-how-I-rank? Ditto.

Experience, then, was something that enabled you to do nothing with a clear conscience. Experience was an overrated quality.

What good were real feelings anyway?