Most of the time, we make discoveries about how difficult people are at the moment when the difficulties have actually hurt us; therefore, we are not likely to be forgiving or sympathetic.

Learning to give up on perfection may be just about the most romantic move any of us could make.

Rather than getting more spoilt with age, as difficulties pile up, epiphanies of gratitude abound.

I want to try to make difficult people somehow relatable.

I learnt to stop fantasising about the perfect job or the perfect relationship because that can actually be an excuse for not living.

There's a constant tension between the excitement of new people and security with one person. If you go with excitement, you create chaos; you hurt people. There's jealousy, and it gets very messy. If you have security, it can be boring, and you die inside because of all the opportunities missed.