We are all acquaintances now
This is what being alive's all about, all those fucked up feelings. You've got to have them; when you stop, watch out.
The disease which racked his body was a sweetheart compared to the more obscure one that possessed his sick mind.
The Victim was a chronic fuck-up. People Like her always seemed to hang out with The Poisonous Cunt. In turn, she kept their self-esteem low and made sure that they stayed in psychic immiseration. She...
She's nothing to do with my shit, but fuck it, none of us are saints and scapegoats are always handy.
On the issue of drugs, we wir classical liberals, vehemently opposed tae state intervention in any form.
Mâine dimineaț-o să-mi pară rău, da', cum ar zice Sick Boy, dimineața-și poartă singură de grijă.
Mates are a waste of fucking time. They are always ready to drag you down tae their level of social, sexual and intellectual mediocrity.
Living like this is a full-time business.
It’s a bad one, man. Ah sit thaire jist likes, stunned; feeling aw raw n hollowed oot fae the inside. It’s like whin you’ve been knocked back by a bird ye fancy, no thit that’s happened tae me for a l...
It was the books I started reading. It was the music I started listening to. It was the television I started watching. I found myself thinking again. I tried to stop because it was only causing pain....
Cunts that try and psychoanalyse the fucked-up miss the crucial point: sometimes ye jist dae it cause it's thaire n that's wey ye are.
Bit it's what bein a hard man is aw aboot; its a journey, a fucking self destructive quest tae find yir limits, cause they fuckin limits eywis come in the form ay a harder man. A big. strong, stiff ha...
Aye Oedipus, yir a complex fucker right enough
There's all this stuff that is happening in Edinburgh now, it's a sad attempt to create an Edinburgh society, similar to a London society, a highbrow literature celebrity society.
I 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...
When you hurt some cunt […] it’s you duty to enjoy it, otherwise you’ve done it for fuck all, it means nothing
We tend to be rather murky little ponds, containing many layers of suspended dirt and grime and our greatest depths are stirred by the strangest of currents.
They disembark like pieces of broken crockery being poured out of a packing case.
The trick was to consume as quickly as possible; in doing it this way there was a sense that the body could be cheated.