For fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed.

What I wanted to do was to fasten my index finger and thumb at the bolts of your collar bone, push out, spread the web of my hand until it caught against your throat. You asked me if I wanted to strangle you. No, I wanted to fit you, not just in the obvious ways but in so many indentations.

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.

I think it would be very foolish not to take the irrational seriously.

What are you that makes me feel thus? Who are you for whom time has no meaning?

I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.

I had relationships with men as well as women. I wasn't choosing; I didn't think I had to.