Nick Hornby Quotes - Page 4

Well, I'd like my life to be like a Bruce Springsteen song.

But there was an important and essential truth contained in the idea, and the truth was that these things matter, and it’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently, or if your favorite films wouldn’t even speak to each other if they met at a party.

he was home on his own and listening to the sort of music he needed to listen to when he felt like this, music that seemed to find the sore spot in him and press up hard against it...

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.

That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.

Will wrestled with his conscience, grappled it to the ground and sat on it until he couldn't hear a squeak out of it.

We spent all those years talking about stuff we had in common, and the last few months noticing all the ways we were different and it broke both of our hearts.

He was kind, he was single, he was vulnerable, he made her laugh (not always intentionally, true, but often enough). Every time she saw him, he seemed to have become a little more handsome.

I've committed to nothing...and that's just suicide...by tiny, tiny increments.

She regretted the explanation immediately, but that was because she always regretted everything

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

Women who disapprove of men - and there's plenty to disapprove of - should remember how we started out, and how far we had to travel.

Clockers" asks-almost in passing, and there's a lot more to it than this-a pretty interesting question: if you choose to work for the minimum wage when everyone around you is pocketing thousands from drug deals, then what does that do to you, to your head and to your heart?

(Hornby's thoughts after reading "Clockers" by Richard Price)

It's brilliant, being depressed; you can behave as badly as you like.

That’s why; he’s worried about how his life is turning out, and he’s lonely, and lonely people are the bitterest of them all.