Nick Hornby
Nick Hornby
Nicholas Peter John "Nick" Hornbyis an English novelist, essayist, lyricist, and screenwriter. He is best known for his novels High Fidelity and About a Boy. Hornby's work frequently touches upon music, sport, and the aimless and obsessive natures of his protagonists. His books have sold more than 5 million copies worldwide as of 2009...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth17 April 1957
boredom threshold lows
I have a really low boredom threshold.
football disappointment matter
The natural state of the football fan is bitter disappointment, no matter what the score.
smart book people
I don't want my books to exclude anyone, but if they have to, then I would rather they excluded the people who feel they are too smart for them!
awkward flesh threatening
Where's the superficial? I was, and therefore am, dim, gloomy, a drag, unfashionable, unfanciable, and awkward. This doesn't seem like superficial to me. These aren't flesh wounds. These are life-threatening thrusts into the internal organs.
narrative kind week
But I suspect that all writers come up with premises of some kind, fragments of narrative or scenarios, in the course of a working week.
loneliness opposites trying
Linda seemed to recognize loneliness. Possibly she could see it sitting opposite her, sipping lager and trying not to lose its temper. It was an illness, loneliness-it made you weak, gullible, feebleminded.
football radio common
Radio football is football reduced to its lowest common denominator.
knows detached
When even the scrupulously detached BBC is exhorting us to talk to God, you know something is going on.
football people attractive
As I get older, the tyranny that football exerts over my life, and therefore over the lives of the people around me, is less reasonable and less attractive.
half england hated
By the early seventies I had become an Englishman - that is to say, I hated England just as much as half my compatriots seemed to do.
love fun mean
The kind of love my mum talks about is full of worry and work and forgiving people and putting up with things and stuff like that. It's not a lot of fun, that's for sure. If that really is love, the kind my mum talks about, then nobody can ever know if they love somebody, can they? It seems like what she's saying is, if you're pretty sure you love somebody, the way I was sure in those few weeks, then you can't love them, because that isn't what love is. Trying to understand what she means by love would do your head in.
live-life heart kids
I never mind the accusations of domesticity, as long as people recognise that all of us, even the luckiest, will live lives in which we have our hearts broken, suffer the loss of loved ones, worry ourselves half to death about our kids.
sometimes judged
Sometimes we have to be judged by our one-offs.
wind way faces
...I feel as though I made a face and the wind changed, and now I have to go through life grimacing in this horrible way.