The Man Who Died Twice (Thursday Murder Club, #2)

by Richard Osman

That’s always bad news for someone. Your only real hope is that it’s not you.

Like all good husbands, Gerry knew all the flags.

He doesn’t miss the good old days, he misses his good old days. He doesn’t suppose they were good for most people.

There’s a thin line between wearing overalls and going to the shop in your pajamas.

And do all women tell all men they are good kissers? Chris supposes so. What does it cost them?

No one had thought to replace it, because money was tight and memories were short.

People love to sleep, and yet they are so frightened of death.

She had been on a date on Monday. His profile had said he was a diving instructor, which had sounded suitably alpha to Donna. Of course, she had misread the profile, and so had ended up having very disappointing sex with a driving instructor.

let’s take it one day at a time, shall we? I enjoyed yesterday, I’m having fun today, and I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

Chris hadn’t looked after anyone in a long time, and that included himself.

If you don’t love yourself, who’s going to love you?

The rescue center have to come and visit the apartment, just to check that I’m a fit and proper person. I certainly think I am, but it will be nice to have it confirmed.

She told me that if I didn’t want to be sent an endless tide of photographs of men’s genitals, I should really change my username. Needless to say, I haven’t changed it.