When God Closes One Door,

I've Never Made A Secret Of The Fact That I'd Have Loved To Have Children.

I'd Rather Dig A Ditch Than Go To A Dinner Party With People I Don't Know.

Do I Mind Being Called A Chick-lit Writer? Well, It's Not The Worst Thing That Could Happen.

Hen Nights Should Be Banned. You're Honour-bound To Behave Atrociously, Then Feel Terribly Ashamed Afterwards. (this Charming Man)

Failed Relationships Can Be Described As So Much Wasted Makeup. Forget The Laughs, Forget The Fights, Forget The Sex, Forget The Jealousy. But Take Off Your Hat And Observe A Moment's Silence For The Legions Of Unknown Tubes Of Foundation, Mascara, Eyeliner, Blusher And Lipstick Who Died That It Might All Have Been Possible. But Who Died In Vain.