The Secrets She Keeps

by Michael Robotham

He was like an everlasting packet of chocolate biscuits. I knew that I’d eat too many and make myself sick, but I ate them anyway.

It was like any relationship – if both parties cease to make an effort it will wither and die.

there are so many ways to move forward and only one way to stand still.

Not all ideas come fully formed or from a single source. Often there are no light-bulb moments or crashes of thunder.

I realised that life is a series of goodbyes and I had to make sure that I didn’t waste my days, or use them up too soon.