Envy was just the tax you paid on success.

- David Nicholls

The true writer, the born writer, will scribble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall of a cell.

- David Nicholls

Occasionally, very occasionally, say at four o’clock in the afternoon on a wet Sunday, she feels panic-stricken and almost breathless with loneliness…

- David Nicholls

I had always been led to believe that ageing was a slow and gradual process, the creep of a glacier. Now I realise that it happens in a rush, like sn…

- David Nicholls

Just kidding' was exactly what people wrote when they meant every word.

- David Nicholls

No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

- David Nicholls

Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today; and I'll always remember it

- David Nicholls

Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get t…

- David Nicholls

She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive note…

- David Nicholls