Quotes from Matt Haig

I am just a caveman in a world that has arrived faster than our minde and bodies expected.

The things that make you unique are flaws. Imperfections. Embrace them. Don't seek to filter out your human nature.

She had loved her parents more than she ever knew, and right then, she forgave them completely.

I regret not having a gap year after university.

Kissing was very like eating. But instead of reducing the appetite, the food consumed actually increased it.

Si existe una manera de salir, una salida que no sea la muerte en sí, entonces el camino es a través de las palabras. Pero más que para salir de la mente por completo, las palabras nos ayudan a salir de una mente, y nos proporcionan las piezas para construir otra, similar pero mejor.

As Ayishat Akanbi put it, 'If you've decided your healing is dependent on other people acknowledging their faults you'll still be waiting in your grave.

Edith Wharton was the wisest person ever on lineliness. She believed the cure for it wasn't always to have company, but to find a way to be happy with your owwn company.

She had shrunk for him, but he still hadn't found the space he needed.

I regret my financial mismanagement.

You realised that we weren't special. We weren't superheroes. We were just old. And that, in cases such as Hendrich, it didn't really matter how many years or decades or centuries had passed, because you were always living within the parameters of your personality. No expanse of time or place could change that. You could never escape yourself.

We have never been at war with ourselves. We never place the desires of the individual over the requirements of the collective.

He doesn't look ill.' Dawn still had glitter on her face from wherever she had been the night before. The glitter troubled me. 'I'm sorry,' I said, weakly, wishing for a more visible illness.

Nora had read about multiverses and knew a bit about Genstat psychology. About how human brains take complex information about the world and simplify it, so that when a human looks at a tree it translates the intricately complex mass of leaves and branches into this thing called 'tree'. To be a human was to continually dumb the world down into an understandable story that keeps things simple.

I would later discover this was one of the key problems humans had with numerical understanding—their nervous systems simply weren't up to it.

Science tells us that the "grey zone" between life and death is a mysterious place. There is a singular point at which we are not one thing or another. Or rather we are both. Alive and dead. And in that moment between the two binaries, sometimes, just sometimes, we turn ourselves into a Schrödinger's cat who may not only be alive or dead but may be every quantum possibility that exists in line with the universal wave function

in the proud history of geographic discovery. We had found paradise. And then we had set it on fire.

I am pro anything that works and I know pills do work for a lot of people. There may well come a time in the future where I take pills again. For now, I do what I know keeps me just about level. Exercise definitely helps me, as does yoga and absorbing myself in something or someone I love, so I keep doing these things. I suppose, in the absence of universal certainties, we are our own best laboratory.

Ik heb nooit een gezelliger kameraad gevonden dan de eenzaamheid. (Thoreau)

Life is strange,' she said. 'How we live it all at once. In a straight line. But really that's not the whole picture. Because life isn't simply made of the things we do, but the things we don't do too. And every moment of our life is a . . . kind of turning.

Lives are lost in wars but it doesn't mean they shouldn't ever be fought.

But you also have to know what you like. What to type into the metaphorical search box.

She had stuff to give, but it was ungiven; it was locked away.

Cada libro que se ha escrito es el producto de una mente humana en un estado en particular. Si juntas todos los libros, tienes la suma final de la humanidad. Cada vez que leía un buen libro sentía que estaba leyendo una especie de mapa, un mapa del tesoro, y el tesoro al que me dirigían era en verdad yo mismo.