David Nicholls
David Nicholls
David Alan Nichollsis an English novelist and screenwriter...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth30 November 1966
effort energy decent
Being a decent human being will require effort and energy…
remember-you remembers-you remember
We're not ourselves, are we? I'm certainly not myself, not anymore. And you're not either. You don't seem yourself. Not as I remember you.
speak
She shouldn't speak her thoughts; nothing good ever came of speaking your thoughts.
better-person raises persons
He's a better person when she's around, and isn't that what friends are for, to raise you up and keep you at your best?
somewhere-else want moments
I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.' 'Treated like what?' She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.
years anecdotes
You can't throw away years of your life because it makes a funny anecdote.
summer home kissing
He put one hand lightly on the back of her neck and simultaneously she placed one hand lightly on his hip, and they kissed in the street as all around them people hurried home in the summer light, and it was the sweetest kiss that either of them would ever know. This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today. And then it was over.
missing my-best-friend emma
Do you miss her?' 'Who? Emma? Of course. Every day. She was my best friend.
rose empty succession
The future rose up ahead of her, a succession of empty days, each more daunting and unknowable than the one before her.
thinking hands photograph
[He] didn’t like to think of himself as vain, but there were definitely times when he wished there was someone on hand to take his photograph.
daughter pain eye
All his words and actions would now be fit for his daughter’s ears and eyes. Life would be lived as if under [her] constant scrutiny. He would never do anything that might cause her pain or anxiety or embarrassment and there would be nothing, absolutely nothing in his life to be ashamed of anymore.
party cities defeated
The city had defeated her, just like they said it would. Like some overcrowded party, no one had noticed her arrival, and would notice if she left.
falling-in-love romantic-love love-is
He's laughing me into a stupor, she thought. I could heckle, I suppose, I could throw a bread roll at him, but he's eaten them all. She glanced at the other diners, all of them going into their act, and thought is this what it all boils down to? Romantic love, is this all it is, a talent show? Eat a meal, go to bed, fall in love with me and I promise you years and years of top notch material like this?
appreciation book thinking
Of course you should study whatever you want. The written appreciation and understanding of literature, or any kind of artistic endeavour, is absolutely central to a decent society. Why d'you think books are the first things that the fascists burn?