The Humans

by Matt Haig

Humans, as a rule, don’t like mad people unless they are good at painting, and only then once they are dead.

the last thing a human wants to think about when eating cow is an actual cow.

(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.)

You don’t have to be an academic. You don’t have to be anything. Don’t force it. Feel your way, and don’t stop feeling your way until something fits. Maybe nothing will. Maybe you are a road, not a destination. That is fine. Be a road. But make sure it’s one with something to look at out of the window.