Jojo Moyes
Jojo Moyes
Jojo Moyesis an English journalist and, since 2002, a romance novelist. She is one of only a few authors to have twice won the Romantic Novel of the Year Award by the Romantic Novelists' Association and has been translated into eleven different languages...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth4 August 1969
duty
You only get one life. It's actually your duty to live it as fully as possible.
home office feelings
You know, you spend your whole life feeling like you don't quite fit in anywhere. And then you walk into a room one day, whether it's at university or an office or some kind of club, and you just go, 'Ah. There they are.' And suddenly you feel at home.
suicidal son drunk
I frowned at the list. “So… I’ll go back and tell the Traynors that I’m going to get their suicidal quadriplegic son drunk, spend their money on strippers and lap dancers, and then trundle him off to the Disability Olympics—
just-live live-well wells
Just live well. Just live
opposites airports atoms
Do you know how hard it is to say nothing? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I had practiced not saying anything the whole way from the airport, and it was still nearly killing me.
moving-forward writing trying
Try to write at least 500 words a day. You may ditch 499 of them tomorrow, but you will still be moving forward.
wife cows way
But don't blame me for the food. My wife knows a hundred and one ways to incinerate a cow, and as far as I can tell she's still experimenting.
skins sun found
He smelt of the sun, as if it had seeped deep into his skin, and I found myself inhaling silently, as if he were something delicious.
sister fighting like-you
Nobody fights you like your own sister; nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.
love-you thinking littles
I know this isn’t a conventional love story. I know there are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t even be saying what I am. But I love you. I do. I knew it when I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit.
dresses bloody
Only you, Will Traynor, could tell a woman how to wear a bloody dress.
two focus nerves
I could hear her babbling away beside me, but I wasn't really paying attention. I could barely focus on anything. My nerve endings seemed to have come alive; they almost jangled with anticipation I was going to see Will. Whatever else, I had that. I could almost feel the miles between us shrinking, as if we were at two ends of some invisible elastic thread.
said
I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.
dresses needs wells
... if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.