Matt Haig

Humans, as a rule, don’t like mad people unless they are good at painting, and only then once they are dead.

Humans, as a rule, don’t like mad people unless they are good at painting, and only then once they are dead.

The humans are an arrogant species, defined by violence and greed. They have taken their home planet, the only one they currently have access to, and placed it on the road to destruction.

You see, sometimes to save something you have to kill a little piece of it.

That is how humans came to terms with the vast expanse of space. By saying it looks like a splatter of spilt milk. Something dropped out of the fridge that could be wiped away in a second.

Sometimes, to be yourself you will have to forget yourself and become something else. Your character is not a fixed thing. You will sometimes have to move to keep up with it.

You shouldn’t have been born. Your existence is as close to impossible as can be. To dismiss the impossible is to dismiss yourself.

No two moralities match. Accept different shapes, so long as they aren’t sharp enough to hurt.

Dark matter is needed to hold galaxies together. Your mind is a galaxy. More dark than light. But the light makes it worthwhile.

The longer you live, the harder it becomes. To grab them. Each little moment as it arrives. To be living in something other than the past or the future. To be actually here.