'It wasn't enough, what we had. You know that. You know you weren't offering me enough. You fucking idiot. No friends, no life. Your stupid books and you stupid fucking sour attitude! There was nothing there to make a life from. One more fucking sushi night with us alone in that apartment might have done me in! You hate people. You wanted me to hate people, and if I'd stayed with you that's what would have happened. You know what? I bet you're glad that this happened. I bet you think we all deserved it. That's why you wrote that book of yours.'