— Yuv fucked this one up, ya daft cunt, the man said to him, raising a pint of eighty shillings to his lips.— Eh? What? Boab was surprised again.— You, Boab Coyle. Nae hoose, nae joab, nae burd, nae m...
We wait and think and doubt and hate. How does it make you feel? The overwhelming feeling is rage. We hate ourself for being unable to be other than what we are. Unable to be better. We feel rage. The...
Schopenhauer was right: Life has to be about disillusionment stumbling inexorably towards the totally fucked.
I was used to heat but this place was so dry the trees were bribing the dogs.
When you grow up in a place, you always think it's mundane. Then you travel around and live in different places, and you realise that you've got it the wrong way 'round.
The '90s was a decade of mundane market-consumer nothingness where there was nothing coming up from the streets you just had someone in an office deciding what was cool.
… you were better making history than studying it.
You can't lie to your soul.
The trouble with people like him is that they think that they can brush off people like me. Like I was nothing. They don't understand the type of world we're living in now, all those menaced souls cla...
How did it make you feel?
History repeated itself. The 'don't do the things I did' mantra was tiresome pish. The best way to make sure your children don't grow up as cunts is not to be one yourself - or not to let them SEE you...
think young writers should get other degrees first, social sciences, arts degrees or even business degrees. What you learn is research skills, a necessity because a lot of writing is about trying to f...
— So what! So fuckin what!— So ye hud they powers, ye jist couldnae be bothered usin thum. That's why ah'm interested in ye Boab. You're jist like me. A lazy, apathetic, slovenly cunt. Now ah hate bei...
— C'mon, she says, moving into the darkness. I look into the darkness, but I can't see her, I can only hear her voice. — C'mon, she shouts.— I can't, I shout.— Don't be scared, she says.But I am. I lo...
— Aye, Charlene's fucked off. She's goat this boyfriend. He's just gittin back oot the jail. Renton taps up a vein in his wrist. — Well that ain't gonna help.— It isnae aboot helping, it's aboot being...
Ვიღაც კუანა დედაბერი (ეგეთებს, დღის ამ მონაკვეთში, ყოველთვის გადაეყრები ავტობუსებში), მძღოლს ტვინს უჭამს უაზრო შეკითხვებით ავტობუსებზე და მათ მარშრუტებზე. ერთი უნდა წაკუზო და ტყვნაში ამოხადო სული, მაგ...
There's no fear or regret but no elation or sense of triumph either. It's just a job that had to be done.
The black insect-dead eyes in her suety, pockmarked face gaze at him
Mental burds; needy, crazy, strength-sappin n soul-destroyin, aye, but mair often than not barry fuckin rides.
I love doubt in a woman. It's nearly as sexy as determination.