It's not the one thing nor the other that leads to madness, but the space in between.

Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.

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.

To create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement.

Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn't matter to me.

They believed that if a mouse found your hair clippings and built a nest with them you got a headache. If the nest was big enough, you might go mad.

When I was born I became the visible corner of a folded map. The map has more than one route. More than one destination. The map that is the unfolding self is not exactly leading anywhere. The arrow that says YOU ARE HERE is your first coordinate. There is a lot that you can't change when you are a kid. But you can pack for the journey.