Anxious People: A Novel

They say that a person’s personality is the sum of their experiences. But that isn’t true, at least not entirely, because if our past was all that defined us, we’d never be able to put up with ourselves. We need to be allowed to convince ourselves that we’re more than the mistakes we made yesterday. That we are all of our next choices, too, all of our tomorrows.

life can go all sorts of different ways, but it will probably go wrong

I believe the one that says that if you do it for long enough, it can become impossible to tell the difference between flying and falling.

because sometimes it’s easier to live with your own anxieties if you know that no one else is happy, either.

Jack has been thinking about the bridge ever since the hostage drama started, because during his best nights he still dreams that the man didn’t jump, that Jack managed to save him. Jim thinks about the same bridge all the time, because during his worst nights he dreams that it was Jack who jumped instead.

Some of us never manage to get the chaos under control, so our lives simply carry on, the world spinning through space at two million miles an hour while we bounce about on its surface like so many lost socks.

This book is dedicated to the voices in my head, the most remarkable of my friends.

And to my wife, who lives with us.

In a long marriage you don’t need words to have a row, but you don’t need words to say “I love you,” either.

You can always tell by the way people who love each other argue: the longer they’ve been together, the fewer words they need to start a fight.

People want to be good. Deep down. Kind. The problem of course is that it isn’t always possible to be kind to idiots, because they’re idiots.