“Delight is délice, délit is a misdemeanour''Well, it's bloody close...''Well, they often are....”
“Like the muscles knew from the beginning that it would end with this, this inevitable falling apart... It's sad, but a relief as well to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence, leaving smooth surfaces instead of bloody shreds.”
“The better you know someone, the less well you often see them (and the less well they can therefore be transferred into fiction). They may be so close as to be out of focus, and there is no operating novelist to dispel the blur. ”
“A brick is……… Well it’s a bloody brick what more do you want from me?”
“Didn't know you could measure distance so well with nothing but you bloody eyeballs”
“Well golly fucking gosh how terribly delightful for her. Now get out.”