A bridge is a meeting place . . . a possibility, a metaphor.

What is it that you contain? The Dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia. The expanding universe opening in your gut. Are your twenty-three feet of intestines loaded with stars?

The Humans is a laugh-and-cry book. Troubling, thrilling, puzzling, believable and impossible. Matt Haig uses words like a tin-opener. We are the tin.

You said, 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?

This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.

Memoir ... satisfies our need for gossip and intimacy, for testimony and confessional, and in this world of spin, offers a truthful account of what it means to succeed or fail, to love and lose, to break your heart and mend it again.

My books always begin with a sentence and an image - not necessarily connected.