Don’t you think it’s actually harder for you. . . To adapt, I mean? Because you’ve done all that stuff?’‘Are you asking me if I wish I'd never done it?’‘I’m just wondering if it would have been easier for you. If you’d led a smaller life. To live like this, I mean.’‘I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, if you’re stuck in one of these, all you have are the places n your memory that you can go to.’ He smiled. It was tight, as if it cost him. ‘So if you’re asking me would I rather be reminiscing about the view of the caste from the minim art, or that lovely row of shops down off the roundabout, then, no. My life was just fine, thanks.

— Jojo Moyes

Everyone I've ever met who was worth knowing was a bit different at school. You just need to find your people''Find my people?'' Your tribe

— Jojo Moyes

For every book that I write... I develop a history for each person and make sure they are well-rounded and flawed. You have to know everything about them from their shoe size, to where they went to school, to what their first pet was, to what they like to eat, to what they want out of life.

— Jojo Moyes

Hannah ran past, beaming. I remember that feeling--when you're a kid, and it's your birthday and for one day everyone makes you feel like the most special person in the world.

— Jojo Moyes

He dropped his head and kissed her. He kissed her, and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die, and whole continents fall without your even noticing. When Jess extricated herself, it was only because she didn't want the children to see her lose the ability to stand.

— Jojo Moyes

He dropped his head and kissed her. He kisses her, and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die, and whole continents fall without your even noticing.

— Jojo Moyes

How could I explain to this girl what Will and I had been to each other, the way I felt that no person in the world had ever understood me like he did or ever would again? How could she understand that losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill?

— Jojo Moyes

I could barely even say Will's name. And listening to their tales of family relationships, of thirty-year marriages, shared houses, lives, children, I felt like a fraud. I had been a carer for someone for six months. I'd loved him, and watched him end his life. How could these strangers possibly understand what Will and I had been to each other during that time? How could I explain the way we had so swiftly understood each other, the shorthand jokes, the blunt truths and raw secrets? How could I convey the way those short months had changed the way I felt about everything? The way he had skewed my world so totally that it made no sense without him in it?

— Jojo Moyes

I didn't like it when he looked at me like that. I could never escape the feeling that I was being compared to someone else.

— Jojo Moyes

I didn't say much; my head was still ringing with the music, and I didn't want it to fade. I kept thinking back to it, the way that Will's friend had been so lost in what he was playing. Furthermore, I hadn't realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn't predicted. It left an imprint in the surrounding air, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went.

— Jojo Moyes