The trustiest rule of social disintegration: bars burn last.

Looking at this town with an honest eye was like biting into candy with a mouthful of cavities.

In books there’s nothing of the fish covered in the coldness of the sea, or the feeling of a star touching space. Bad for business.

The law is where reality goes to die.

He has been positively growing tusks trying to create a breed of human insect which will continue to live on this accursed planet. Everyone needs a goal.

I crept in to find my father with pennies on his eyes – and looking closer I saw they were made of foil-covered chocolate. Of course I stole and ate them. Magical guilt? Tell me about it.

The optimist sees the future as a rabbit sees the oncoming truck – getting bigger, not closer.

What’s life in this nation? Collect emptiness in a household of cornflakes. Transient fuel gobbles attention, the television aches, the truth walks. Scheme worms welcome your corpse, trap clicks and you’re in heaven, bored rigid.

Most books are so well written they barely have any effect on the reader’s senses.

Dreams always end before you kill the last person.