Even as I'm shoveling up my hooter, I realize the sad truth. Coke bores me, It bores us all. We're jaded cunts, in a scene we hate, a city we hate, pretending that we're at the center of the universe,...
Ah sortay jist laugh whin some cats say that racism's an English thing and we're aw Jock Tamson's bairn up here . . . it's likesay pure shite man, gadges talkin through their erses.
When I get home I take some sleeping pills and within what seemed like half an hour of unconsciousness it was Monday morning again.
The renegade robots are now long dead, the metal ones rusted, the human ones bled.
We’re not human any more. We’ve slipped out of our skins like lizards, shedding not just our pasts, but our futures.
This social worker lassie turns round n gies us a stroppy look. Ah jist smiles bit she looked away aw fuckin nippy likes. Disnae cost nowt tae be social. A social worker thit cannae be fuckin social;...
I love doubt in a woman. It's nearly as sexy as determination.
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...
Es más fácil querer a alguna gente a distancia.
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.
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...
— 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...
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...
Le regole son quelle.
Fiona, this is my mate, Frank Begbie. Or Franco. Or Beggars. Or the Beggar Boy. Or the Generalissmo. Or Psychotic Bullying Prick.
— 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...
There's no fear or regret but no elation or sense of triumph either. It's just a job that had to be done.
Schopenhauer was right: Life has to be about disillusionment stumbling inexorably towards the totally fucked.