About Matt Haig: Matt Haig is a British novelist and journalist. He may be known best for young-adult or juvenile speculative fiction.
And yet, I was scared of falling asleep, because the moment I fell asleep my wounds would heal and right then I didn’t want that to happen. Right then, I found a strange but real comfort in the pain.
I couldn't believe it. I had broken the law simply by not wearing clothes.
If getting drunk was how people forgot they were mortal, then hangovers were how they remembered.
Flowers, after love, must have been the best advert planet Earth had going for it.
Make sure, as often as possible, you are doing something you’d be happy to die doing.
She said being human is being a young child on Christmas Day who receives an absolutely magnificent castle. And there is a perfect photograph of this castle on the box and you want more than anything to play with the castle and the knights and the pr...
...humans, in the day that has been the Earth, have been here for less than a minute. We’re a late-night piss in the toilet, that’s all we are.
Humans, as a rule, don't like mad people unless they are good at painting, and only then once they are dead. But the definition of mad, on Earth, seems to be very unclear and inconsistent. What is perfectly sane in one era turns out to be insane in a...
The next day I had a hangover. I realised that if getting drunk was how people forgot they were mortal, then hangovers were how they remembered.
The best way to think of the ageing process in relation to a human face is to imagine a map of an area of innocent land which slowly becomes a city with many long and winding routes.
So love is about finding the right person to hurt you?” “Pretty much.
The first rule of marriage: solve the mystery, end the love.
People joke, in our field, about Pythagoras and his religious cult based on perfect geometry and other abstract mathematical forms, but if we are going to have religion at all then a religion of mathematics seems ideal, because if God exists then wha...
Are you one of my students?’ She laughed again. ‘No. No. GCSE maths was enough for me. I hated it.’ This angered me. ‘Hated it? How can you hate mathematics? Mathematics is everything.
Because the possibility of pain is where love stems from.
...human history is full of depressing things like colonization, disease, racism, sexism...inventions of things which they had no idea how to handle (the atomic bomb, the Internet, the semicolon)....And through it all there has always been some truly...
And after that, after the awkward shuffling away of that last thin layer of clothes, words retreated to the sounds they once were. We had sex. A happy entanglement of warm limbs and warmer love. A physical and psychological merging that conjured a ki...
It was, of course, another test. Everything in human life was a test. That was why they all looked so stressed out.
No one will understand you. It is not, ultimately, that important. What is important is that you understand you.
When you are depressed you feel alone, and that no one is going through quite what you are going through. You are so scared of appearing in any way mad you internalise everything, and you are so scared that people will alienate you further you clam u...
