The Thursday Murder Club (Thursday Murder Club, #1)

by Richard Osman

After a certain age, you can pretty much do whatever takes your fancy. No one tells you off, except for your doctors and your children.

We all have a sob story, but we don’t all go around killing people.

He’s all the things that can go wrong with men if you leave them to their own devices.

One of the first things you learn at Coopers Chase is that some people can still actually hear.

What did I come in here for? The grandchildren would giggle at you. The sons and daughters would joke too, but keep a watchful eye. Every so often you would wake at night in cold dread. Of all the things to lose, to lose one’s mind? Let them take a leg or a lung; let them take anything before they take that. Before you became “poor Rosemary” or “poor Frank,” catching the last glimpses of the sun and seeing them for what they were. Before there were no more trips, no more games, no more Murder Clubs. Before there was no more you.

People without a sense of humor will never forgive you for being funny.

“Some people love their children more than they love their partner,” says Ibrahim, “and some people love their partner more than their children. And no one can ever admit to either thing.”