Quotes About Matt Haig

I think Father Christmas is real because the belief is real. The belief becomes the reality.

Robots are great. I am saying that now so that when a future civilization of robots takes us captive, they will search through the 'Guardian' web archive and realise I said, 'Robots are great,' and then they'll choose to save me.

Writing can be fun. I think the challenge is to convey interesting things in accessible ways, and that's what I aim to do in books.

Vampire? Such a provocative word, wrapped in too many clichés and girly novels.

That kind of monotony that running generates - the one soundtracked by heavy breathing and the steady rhythm of feet on pavements - became a kind of metaphor for depression.

This particular type of road was a motorway. A motorway is the most advanced type of road there is, which as with most forms of human advancement essentially meant accidental death was considerably more probable.

That, she supposed, was the basis of depression as well as the difference between fear and despair. Fear was when you wandered into a cellar and worried that the door would close shut. Despair was when the door closed and locked behind you.

Her social media activity wasn't great in this life, which was always a promising sign.

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.

Magic was useless by itself. Making impossibilities possibilities was harder than it looked.

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.

Warm Don't worry about being cool. Never worry what the cool people think. Life is warmth. You'll be cool when you're dead. Head for the warm people. Head for life. Dream

You are the product of some strange interaction between my mind and the multiverse, some simplification of the quantum wave function or whatever it is.

The hall fell silent. I had never heard a silence like it. The whole hall seemed to be holding its breath. It felt civilized and modern. It felt refined and tantalizing all at once, like a polite collective pre-orgasm.

of Plato's Republic and Hannah Arendt's The Origins of Totalitarianism, which she did own in her root

So, you see? Sometimes regrets aren't based on fact at all. Sometimes regrets are just . . .' She searched for the appropriate term and found it. 'A load of bullshit.

I was not really used to weather you had to think about. But this was England, a part of Earth where thinking about the weather was the chief human activity.

Right then, I found a strange but real comfort in the pain.