Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.
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Nick Hornby
Nicholas Peter John "Nick" Hornby (born 17 April 1957) is an English novelist, essayist, lyricist, and screenwriter. He is best known for his memoir Fever Pitch and novels High Fidelity and About a Boy, all of which were adapted into feature films. 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 2013. In a 2004 poll for the BBC, Hornby was named the 29th most influential person in British culture. 2Early life and education Hornby was born in Redhill, Surrey, the son of Sir Derek Peter Hornby, the chairman of London and Continental Railways, and Margaret Audrey Hornby (née Withers). He was brought up in Maidenhead, and educated at Maidenhead Grammar School and Jesus College, Cambridge, where he read English. His parents divorced when he was eleven. 2Career Hornby published his first book in 1992, a collection of essays about American Writers such as Tobias Wolff and Ann Beattie, titled Contemporary American Fiction. Hornby's second book, Fever Pitch, also published in 1992, is an autobiographical story detailing his fanatical support for Arsenal Football Clu
Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.
...we're all cynics and romantics, sometimes simultaneously...
You run the risk of losing anyone who is worth spending time with...
You know the worst thing about being rejected? The lack of control. If I could only control the when and how of being dumped by somebody, then it wouldn't seem as bad. But then, of course, it wouldn't be rejection, would it? It would be by mutual consent. It would be musical differences. I would be…
You have to work at relationships. You can’t just walk out on them every time something goes wrong.
...it’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favourite films wouldn’t even speak to each other if they met at a party.
It’s a mystery of human chemistry and I don’t understand it. Some people, as far as the senses are concerned, just feel like home.
It’s brilliant, being depressed; you can behave as badly as you like.
I’m very good at the past. It’s the present I can’t understand.
You have to work at relationships. You can’t just walk out on them every time something goes wrong.
It’s a mystery of human chemistry and I don’t understand it. Some people, as far as the senses are concerned, just feel like home.
Those days are gone, and good fucking riddance to them; unhappiness really meant something back then. Now it's just a drag, like a cold or having no money. If you really wanted to mess me up, you should have got to me earlier.
Home is home.
Would I get married again? No, I want to be waiting outside the bathroom of my boarding house forever. Of course, I do. That's why I go to that wretched dance every week. I want to be waiting outside my own bathroom, while some bad-tempered fellow with hair growing out of his ears reads the…
I hope that when I go through the pearly gates, the first sound I hear is you asking me for the bill in that lovely Irish brogue.
Try and remember that sometimes it's nice to meet people who don't know your auntie.
I'll tell you this much: I am going to ask Father Flood to preach a sermon on the dangers of giddiness. I now see that giddiness is the eighth deadly sin. A giddy girl is every bit as evil as a slothful man, and the noise she makes is a lot worse. Now, enough.
Laurenzio: You'll have to go to Ebbets Field if you want to see him in the summer. Ellis: They're that important to you? Tony: Put it this way, if our kids end up supporting the Yankees or the Giants, it would break my heart.
Miss McAdam: One of the things that ruins Christmas in America is the turkey. Oh, it tastes of sawdust. Madge Kehoe: So that's one cheese sandwich for Miss McAdam and extra turkey for everyone else!