Louise Doughty

There's a certain sort of a man whose every charm lies in his predictability.

It must be every barrister's nightmare, something that finds him or her unprepared.

Everything is disproportionate in the middle of the night.

Love built on pain-the kind that lasts: whatever you love can be taken away from us at any moment but the loss of what we love belongs to us forever.

We are taught we can redeem them, she said to me once. We are taught it as soon as we can read. We can turn the beast into a prince, if only we love him enough.