Somewhere along the line, it occurred to him that he hadn't spoken to Virgil Flowers. He'd probably taken the day off, and knowing Flowers, he'd done it in a boat. The thing about Flowers was, in...

Time passes, but sometimes it beats the shit out of you as it goes.

Oh yeah, I heard you got born again.' she said. 'Which you needed since they fucked up the first time.

I'm so horny the crack of dawn isn't safe.

He who is without sin among you should be the first to throw a stone at it, he said to me.

I didn't think, then, that we could ever be closer. I'm not sure anyone can. I'm not sure there is a place closer to someone than being at their side, awake, while they're asleep.

The anger I'd had, everything, was gone, and kissing her reminded me, again, that she was right. We were connected to each other. She was the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins; she was my whole...

The dissolution and sale of British Rail, transforming it into a disjointed network charging exorbitant prices for an unimproved and still taxpayer-subsidised service, darkened the joke a bit much for...

The Cookie Monster is anarchic, dynamic and madly driven by a very specific, but also totally random, aim: he wants cookies. He wants to charge around crazily smashing cookies into his mouth. He will...

.....it's hard to describe a psychosoteric battle at close quarters..... Think of those tennis-ball firing machines, but loaded with hand-grenades trapped in a shipping container, on a ship caught in...

In racy Victorian novels, beware of young widows.

And if you'd swap your metalife for a bone clock's snatched, wasted, tawdry handful of decades!

I und'standed why Meronym'd not said the hole true 'bout Prescience Isle an' her tribe too. People b'lief the world is built so an' tellin 'em it ain't so caves the roofs on their heads'n'maybe yours....

All minds pulse in a unique way, just as every lighthouse in the world has a unique signature. Some minds pulse consistently, some erratically. Some are lukewarm, some are hot. Some flare out, some...

Hate smells of burnt dead fireworks

Where there's bluster, thinks Luisa, there's duplicity

It's not lies or anything, just truths I made up.

Nothing often poses in men as wisdom. Spring

What else has changes since 1984? Oil's running our, I say Earth's population is eight billion, mass extinction of flora and fauna are commonplace, climate change is foreclosing the Holocene Era....

You ask a starved man," Gerritszoon says, "to drink to a glutton.

The one dog who barks at nothing answered by a thousand dogs barking at something …'

So Unlucky Worm Olly is a radio play on Radio 4. And what am I? - You, Hugo, she kisses me on the earlobe, is a dirty low-budget French film that you happen to come across on TV at night. You know...

The truth of a myth, Your Honor, is not its words but its patterns. Shiroyama

So Unlucky Worm Olly is a radio play on Radio 4. And what am I? - You, Hugo, she kissed me on the earlobe, is a dirty low-budget French film, one that you happen to come across on TV at night. You...

A random sequence of seemingly unrelated events.

Nothing has changed, except everything.

A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate, Suicide is selfishness.

Power is lost or won, never created or destroyed. Power is a visitor to, not a possession of, those it empowers. The mad tend to crave it, many of the sane crave it, but the wise worry about its...

But an ink brush, she thinks, is a skeleton key for a prisoner's mind.

Okay, so she's mad as a sack of ferrets. Only I don't tell her so 'cause I'd like more of that green tea.