Write what you need to write, not what is currently popular or what you think will sell.

I don't want anyone to look to me, not for protection, not for happiness, not for love, not for anything.

A man who lives with nature is used to violence and is companionable with death. There is more violence in an English hedgerow than in the meanest streets of a great city.

People were excited by violence. What, after all, was the sexual act but a voluntarily endured assault, a momentary death?

Early this morning, 1 January 2021, three minutes after midnight, the last human being to be born on earth was killed in a pub brawl in a suburb of Buenos Aires, aged twenty-five years, two months and twelve days.

you'd like the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. That must be the most futile oath anyone ever swears.

Unnatural death always provoked a peculiar unease, an uncomfortable realization that there were still some things that might not be susceptible to bureaucratic control.