A Game for All the Family

If there’s an aspect of your life that’s making you unhappy and you can escape from it, why wait? Too many people stick around and try to improve things, which often means slogging your guts out to compensate for the deficiencies of others. Personally, I’m a fan of the discard: leave it; move on.

This is why mysteries are the best kind of stories: because you only get the truth at the very end, when you're absolutely desperate, and that way of arranging things makes you realize how scarce truth is, in stories and in life, and that it's really all that matters.

The sorry truth is that, whatever one's natural inclination and personality type, when it comes to an abysmally unpleasant chore, it is the woman and not the man who ends up taking care of it in 99 per cent of cases.

Perhaps he too is pretending to be someone he isn't. Perhaps we all are: everyone in here - the people to my left and right and all along the row, staring at their screens, enjoying their private, insignificant deceits, or else trapped by them and wishing they could escape.

Everything's something you can't do until you have to do it.