The Bullet That Missed (Thursday Murder Club, #3)

by Richard Osman

Life is about understanding opportunities. Understanding how rarely they come along, and then rising to meet them when they do.

Not rollercoasters, not skyscrapers, just the accumulation of small moments that turn acquaintance into friendship.

People were always trying to tell you something, and all you really had to do was let them.

A face he has grown to love. If you are disappointed with your face, eventually it shows.

‘Nothing like that. I just walked into a room and there he was, and he looked at me, and I looked at him, and that’s all there was to it. Like I had always been in love with him, no falling necessary. Like finding the perfect pair of shoes.’

If life ever seems too complicated, if you think no one can help, sometimes the right person to turn to is an eight-year-old.

‘I am not Henrik Hansen,’ says Henrik Hansen.

The sky is cloudless, so if Bethany is in a position to look down, she’d see them all today. Ron doesn’t hold with that sort of thing in his head, but there is plenty of room for it in his heart.

‘It’s the people, in the end, isn’t it?’ says Viktor. ‘It’s always the people. You can move halfway around the world to find your perfect life, move to Australia if you like, but it always comes down to the people you meet.’