The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.

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

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.

There are two facts that all children need to disprove sooner or later; mother and father. If you go on believing in the fiction of your own parents, it is difficult to construct any narrative of your own.

A homosexual is further away from a woman than a rhinoceros.

Ordinary professionalism and 20 years' experience can accomplish a lot, but it can't access the hidden places.

I don't believe in happy endings.