The Last Devil to Die (Thursday Murder Club, #4)

by Richard Osman

There is only so much reading you can do, so many cups of tea you can make, before the loneliness crowds in around you. You breathe it in, you cry it out, and the clock ticks slowly, slowly, until you are allowed to sleep.

There are no ‘lucky days,’ just individual parcels of ‘luck.’

God cries every time someone lies to a Canadian.

We think time travels forward, marches on in a straight line, and so we hurry alongside it to keep up. Hurry, hurry, mustn’t fall behind. But it doesn’t, you see. Time just swirls around us. Everything is always present. The things we’ve done, the people we’ve loved, the people we’ve hurt, they’re all still here.”

“Life is a crisis, isn’t it?”