We was just kids, we did kid stuff. And we didn’t have things to do like people in the city. We couldn’t catch the bus to the beach or the movies or hang out in big shopping malls. We had to ride ever...
She wondered if you could love someone too much. If you could it wasn't fair. People didn't have a chance. Love was all you had in the end. It was like sleep, like clean water. When you fell off the w...
Out there houses are rare as rocking horse turds.
To live you gotta be hard, I know that. But nobody wants to be a deadset cunt. That’s just not fucking decent.
And the sun on the wall of her room, the block of sun with all the tiny flying things in it. When she was little she thought they were the souls of dead insects, still buzzing in the light.
And though I've lived to be an old man with my very own share of happiness for all the mess I made, I still judge every joyous moment, every victory and revelation against those few seconds of living.
Sort of worked, our arrangement. Before I couldna seen the sense in it. But two of us getting meat and wood, two of us keeping a look out, it was more efficient that one bloke faffing about on his own...
Jesus, I told meself, harden the fuck up. She heard me say that once, Mum. To me little cousin out by the laundry where he was bawling, his knee bleeding a tiny bit. She had that disgusted look on her...
When I was a girl I had this strong feeling that I didn't belong anywhere,... It was in my head, what I thought and dreamt, what I believed..., that's where I belonged, that was my country.
I will always remember my first wave this morning. The smells of paraffin wax and brine and peppy scrub. The way the swell rose beneath me like a body drawing to air. How the wave drew me forward and...
Dirt music, Fox tells Georgie, is anything you can play on a verandah or porch, without electricity.
You can hide in someone else's rage - it blinds them
Thinks the sun shines out yer clacker.
So you've given away the old good and evil? asked Rose, amazed at all this rare talk from Quick.No. No. I'll stay a cop. But it's not us and them anymore. It's us and us and us. It's always us. That's...
I have never been a violent man. Just a little creepy, it seems.
He was free and unencumbered. Which is to say alone and unemployed.
The spent shell come out the .243 shining like a bright idea.
The sea is one rare wild card left in the homogenous suburban life.
Me? I belong to Jesus Christ. Like it or not. They wet you and get you. Anyway. No other bastard will have me.
Life was something you didn't argue with, because when it came down to it, whether you barracked for God or nothing at all, life was all there was. And death.