Like all books that have that kind of momentum, it starts from word of mouth.

The truth about life was that nothing ever ended until you died, and even then you just left a whole bunch of unresolved narratives behind you.

I'd thought I'd live with my wife, but I couldn't find one.

I'm coming to London next week, by the way, in unhappy circumstances. Are we getting on fine as we are? Or would you like a drink?

That’s why; he’s worried about how his life is turning out, and he’s lonely, and lonely people are the bitterest of them all

For the best part of 40 years she had genuinely believed that not doing things would somehow prevent regret, when, of course, the exact opposite was true.

It's not what you like but what you are like that's important.