I Bury My Face In My Hands. And Then Ryan Does Such A Nice Thing. He Wraps His Arm Around My Shoulders

Oh nothing, just Paul McCartney casually predicting the misogynistic blame-game the media put on Yoko Ono …

Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' by Stephen Chbosky

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Macbeth by William Shakespeare 

From the Channel 4 ‘complaints’ video

Aye, well," he said, "I dinna recall Adam's asking God to take back Eve - and look what she did to him." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead as I laughed, then drew the blanket up over my bare shoulders. "Go to sleep, my wee rib. I shall be needin' a helpmeet in the morning.

'Dragonfly in Amber' by Diana Gabaldon 

I am a dreamer too, and I must wake into a world of dreamers. You can feel it – can’t you? – the peeling off of me, another small loss you have to bear. We all bear it, as best we can, this infinite chain of miniature losses, a hundred thousand stories, a hundred thousand endings. A rehearsal you could call it, for the last ending that’s bound to come, eventually, somewhere in the white space between here and dreaming.

'Only Ever Always' by Penni Russon

"I’m scared I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am."

'The Piper's Son' by Melina Marchetta 

I don’t know why it had to hurt, the way she dialled the world with her little finger.

'Girl Defective' by Simmone Howell