things are never so indescribably ghastly that they can't get worse.

things are never so indescribably ghastly that they can't get worse.

Claudia's the sort of girl who goes through life holding onto the sides.

One can get very fond of the people one meets in bars. The trouble is they then appear sort of different in the daylight and you realize that taking them with you is rather like taking a goldfish for a walk: not entirely correct, and surprising for the next people you run into.

There seems to be a peculiar and particular tie between men who have been drunk together.

Evil and laughter cannot co-exist.

I think the meaning of the universe is bound up with the egg. ... I am fed up with the meaning of the universe. Everything starts in the egg and ends in death. I think it's called 'the heartbreak at the heart of things.' But then perhaps our very mortality is an egg and at the moment of death our souls will emerge like damp chicks.