“Scotch whisky is made from barley and the morning dew on angel's nipples.”

“Fuck me", Bat gasped, "It’s like an angel shat ice cream coffee rainbows in my mouth.”

“good morning sinners. vampiric red bull intake in pub smoking compound commenced. day of heavy brain-fingering ahead.”

“Writer's block? I've heard of this. This is when a writer cannot write, yes? Then that person isn't a writer anymore. I'm sorry, but the job is getting up in the fucking morning and writing for a living.”

“If you believe that your thoughts originate inside your brain, do you also believe that television shows are made inside your television set?”

“The two guys who ran the place, always in Williamsburg hipster uniforms of short-sleeved shirts and neatly trimmed beards that looked stuck on with spirit gum, paid, as ever, no attention to anything but the food and the money. Tallow imagined that every night they counted their money and prided themselves on having not made eye contact with anything human.”

“He was in blue jeans and a work shirt, which is another weird quirk of Rich Old Men. Just one of the guys here. Blue jeans and a work shirt, salt of the earth, working man like yourself. Like they're somehow uncomfortable about being rich enough to sleep in a bed made of vaginas being pulled around the town at night by a fleet of gold-covered midgets.”