No one will understand you. It is not, ultimately, that important. What is important is that you understand you.
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Matt Haig
Matt Haig (born 3 July 1975) is a British novelist and journalist. He has written both fiction and non-fiction for children and adults often in the speculative fiction genre. 2Early life Haig was born on 3 July 1975 in Sheffield. He studied English and History at the University of Hull. 2Career Haig is the author of both fiction and non-fiction for children and adults often in the speculative fiction genre. His work of non-fiction, Reasons to Stay Alive, was a number one Sunday Times bestseller and was in the UK top 10 for 46 weeks. His bestselling children's novel, A Boy Called Christmas, is currently being adapted for film, produced by Studio Canal and Blueprint Pictures. His novels are often dark and quirky takes on family life. The Last Family in England retells Shakespeare's Henry IV, Part 1 with the protagonists as dogs. His second novel Dead Fathers Club is based on Hamlet, telling the story of an introspective 11-year-old dealing with the recent death of his father and the subsequent appearance of his father's ghos
There is this idea that you either read to escape or you read to find yourself. I don’t really see the difference. We find ourselves through the process of escaping.
Just as none of us are 100% physically healthy, none of us are 100% mentally healthy. We are all on a scale.
If your back hurts it might hurt more by sitting down. If your mind hurts it hurts by thinking. And you feel there is no real, easy equivalent of standing back up.
All we can do, for the moment is really we need to do – listen to ourselves. When we are trying to get better, the only truth that matters is what works for us.
We humans might have evolved to far. The price of being intelligent enough to be the first species to be fully aware of the cosmos might just be a capacity to feel a whole universe’ worth of darkness.
How to stop time: kiss. How to travel in time: read. How to escape time: music. How to feel time: write. How to release time: breathe.
Hate is a pointless emotion to have inside you. It is like eating a scorpion to punish it for stinging you.
The world is increasingly designed to depress us. Happiness isn’t very good for the economy. If we were happy with what we had, why would we need more? How do you sell an anti-aging moisturizer? You make someone worry about aging. How do you get people to vote for a political party? You make them…
'Beauty—be not caused,' said Emily Dickinson. 'It is.' In one way she was wrong. The scattering of light over a long distance creates a sunset. The crashing of ocean waves on a beach is created by tides, which are themselves the result of gravitational forces exerted by the sun and the moon and the…
If getting drunk was how people forgot they were mortal, then hangovers were how they remembered.
Make sure, as often as possible, you are doing something you’d be happy to die doing.
Dark matter is needed to hold galaxies together. Your mind is a Galaxy. More dark than light. But the light makes it worthwhile.
'I'm sorry,' I say. 'About being a bit odd sometimes, at school.' Camille shakes her head. 'You really have to stop saying that. Incessant apologizing is never an attractive trait.' 'You're right. The thing is, I really am quite bad, you know, with people.' 'Ah, them. People. Yes, it's hard.' 'And I…
That is one of the patterns: when nothing is happening, nothing continues to happen, but after a while the lull becomes too much and the drums need to kick in. Something has to happen. Often that need comes from yourself. You make a phone call. You say, 'I can't do this life anymore, I need to…
'A cocktail,' she said, 'is a great ally in the war.’ 'Which war is that?' I asked. 'The war against boredom.'
Music doesn't get in. Music is already in. Music simply uncovers what is there, makes you feel emotions that you didn't necessarily know you had inside you, and runs around waking them all up. A rebirth of sorts.
'He smiled softly. 'People you love never die.' I had no idea of the sense of his words, but they stayed with me for centuries.'