She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English.

We'll have freedom, love and health/When the grand red flag is flying, In the Workers' Commonwealth.

When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.

Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.

And he paddled away in his douche canoe.

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love was closer to a need, no different from the need to eat, to breathe.

If you didn't have me to rake you over the coals now and then, there wouldn't be any fire in your life at all.