The Life Impossible

by Matt Haig

We sometimes need to feel trapped in order to find the way out.

But I believe if there is a god you don’t get to them by a church. You get there by the ocean or the forest.

We rise like the ocean.

I had once thought him mad, but now I realised he had just been understanding things that others didn’t. Maybe that was what madness was: the loneliness of understanding what others can’t.