Quotes from Matt Haig

Well, you don't see yourself as a bad cat owner any more. You looked after him as well as he could have been looked after. He loved you as much as you loved him, and maybe he didn't want you to see him die. You see, cats know. They understand when their time is up. He went outside becuase he was going to die, and he knew it.

I stand like a vertical headache

Possibility is everything that has ever happened. The purpose of science is to find out where the limits of possibility end. When we have achieved that - and we shall - there will be no more magic, no more superstition, there will just be what is.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I stared at my face until it was not my face. I went back to the table and sat down and I did not say how I was feeling to anyone. To say how I was feeling would lead to feeling more of what I was feeling.

A lot of depressed people turn to travel as an antidote to their symptoms.

That means there are still as many possible lives out there for you as there ever were. An infinite number, in fact. You can never run out of possibilities.' 'But

Listen, I know you think my father was a bad human, and it was a bad thing he did, but there was good, too. He was just weak. We had no money. Humans are... complicated.

It's not clinical. The doctor says it's situational depression. It's just that I keep on having new…Situations.

She realised that she hadn't tried to end her life because she was miserable, but because she had managed to convince herself that there was no way out of her misery.

Bertrand Russell wrote that 'To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three-parts dead'.

Everything weighed down on her. The small rituals of her daily existence—filling the dishwasher, picking up from school, cooking—had all been performed as if underwater.

Far from being a curse, uncertainty can be a source of hope.

It seems impossible to live without hurting people. That's because it is. So, why live at all? Well, in fairness, dying hurts people too.

And besides, she knew her regrets. Regrets don't leave. They weren't mosquito bites. They itch for ever.

There is a darkness that fringes

Travel makes one modest," said Gustave Flaubert. "You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world." Such perspective can be strangely liberating.

where there were books, there was always the temptation to open them. And she realised it was the same with lives.

Their conversation topics are very rarely the things they want to be talking about, and I could write ninety-seven books on body shame and clothing etiquette before you would get even close to understanding them.

person was like a city. You couldn't let a few less desirable parts put you off the whole.

Music simply uncovers what is there, makes you feel emotions that you didn't necessarily know you had inside you, and runs around waking them all up.

It was one of the reasons why I preferred the library to the playing field. It

I think it is easy to imagine there are easier paths,' she said, realising something for the first time. 'But maybe there are no easy paths. There are just paths. In one life, I might be married. In another, I might be working in a shop. I might have said yes to this cute guy who asked me out for a coffee. In another I might be researching

Ze wilde niet dood. En ze wilde geen ander leven dan haar eigen leven. Het leven dat een rommelige worsteling kon zijn, maar het was háár slordige rommelige worsteling. Een geweldige , rommelige worsteling.

She was 'well travelled', the most ridiculous expression if you belonged to a species that had only left its own planet to visit its moon.