“Ah, grief makes us precise!”
“It's precisely the sense that we're different that makes us so banal.”
“Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.”
“Grief and disappointment are like hate: they make men ugly with self-pity and bitterness. And how selfish they make us too.”
“Ah, lust. It makes us forget anything we want to. The greatest relaxant, the greatest stimulant.”
“Listen, ah don't wanna speak ill of the dead but have ah told you that mah mother was a great whopping whale of a cunt? Well she was precisely that - a great whopping whale of a hog's cunt with a dirty maggot for a brain.”