“Life's a bitch,” I said.“And then you die,” Larry finished for me.”
“Life’s a bitch and then you die and death’s a bitch too. Only my life was lovely and I miss it so much.”
“Now, Lily said, her burning voice bitter. Now you give me a choice. The ministar flared to life in her palm again. Thus do I choose, you son of a bitch. Knight of Winter, burn and die.”
“That shower thing was hilarious," he said when I finished. "It was irresponsible! Why can't anyone see that?""But that bitch had it coming.”
“Bad luck doesn't have any chinks in it," he said with deep bitterness. "I was born a son of a bitch and I'm going to die a son of a bitch.”
“Some people like to bitch, Rose said. Bitching is OK. But for me, I choose a kind of joy -- a lucid compulsion -- a polemical kind of fuck-you-motherfucker joy.”