Sin embargo, los fotógrafos no representaban el auténtico fondo del barril –ese honor recaía sobre los alumnos de comunicación visual y diseño gráfico (¿por qué pagaría alguien tanto dinero para obten...
Now I’ll be left alone, and that’s all you want, all you crave out of life: to be left alone while you get on with the business of interfering with others. In
You said, when we embarked on this great adventure together, that lots of laughter was essential in a relationship.I agreed.You also made the point that a great deal of sex was of equal importance.Aga...
It's hard to maintain both smack and crack habbits and remember to keep up mobile-phone payments.
It’s all okay, it’s all beautiful; but ah fear that this internal sea is gaunnae subside soon, leaving this poisonous shite washed up, stranded up in ma body.
Johnny wis a junky as well as a dealer. Ye hud tae go a wee bit further up the ladder before ye found a dealer whae didnae use. We called Johnny ‘Mother Superior’ because ay the length ay time he’d hu...
Downtown Johannesburg just looked like a large Muirhouse-in-the-sun to
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...
Edinburgh could be bleak, but Aberdeen really took the pish. A life could be wasted waiting for the sky tae change fae grey tae blue.
Es más fácil querer a alguna gente a distancia.
Even evil bastards like Frank Begbie probabably attained an angelic innocence when they were out for the count.
Everybody talks about being a writer, angel. If every novel conceived on a bar stool made it into print, there wood not be one tree left standing on God's green Earth.
Without this kickstart to my day, I'd be lost. A day without a morning run is a day you fumble through, rather than one you attack.
I prefer Tender Is the Night, though', and as I spoke, I got a raw jolt in my chest that could only br described as tender, as an image of Fiona, on the Bosphorus ferry, under a lambent soak of light,...
In Scotland we've been exporting every straight cunt tae Canada fir generations. Result? They're boring fuckers, and we're a drug-addled underclass.
We were slowly, but irrevocably, coming apart.
Kev shuddered. This was crazy, but there it was; his name, spelt by an insect...— Boab? Is that really you? Fuckin hell! Eh, buzz twice fir aye, once fir naw. Two buzzes.— Did eh, what's his name, did...
Las historias de drogas son como las historias de sueños o de polvos: solo te interesan si son tuyas.
Los colegas son una puta pérdida de tiempo. Siempre están dispuestos a arrastrarte hasta su nivel de mediocridad social, sexual e intelectual.
Money gives you the luxury of not caring about it. You can affect to find it crass and vulgar, but see how crass and vulgar it is when there’s none of it in your pocket.
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