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.

The world is surely wide enough to walk without fear.

I was the place where you anchored. I was the deep water where you could be weightless. I was the surface where you saw your own reflection. You scooped me up in your hands.

As people get older they have these rigid patterns that they impose on themselves, and it kills them. They become dull, they become dead to new experience, they become afraid, biased, and bigoted. It's really simply to do with refusing new experience.

Now that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem.

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.

Many people feel their outer self isn't the whole self.