When I see gurgling retarded children (that's God's doing, by the way, not mine) happily styling their hair with their own stinking mards, I think of Adam in those pre-marital days. I know he's your great-to-the-nth-degree-granddad and all - but I'm afraid he was rather an imbecile.

One day the ordinariness will be terminally punctuated by the extraordinary full stop of death.

Peace is purchased in the currency of loss.

The rain's been racing earthwards as if with some religious or political fanaticism. The clouds have the look of dark internal bleeding. Surely you lot look up from Cosmo while this sort of thing's going on? Surely you take a Playstation break?

The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it.

Coffee justifies the existence of the word 'aroma'.

Every present anger derives from past weakness.