You want a lesson, boy? If you find yourself being born, climb back in as quick as you can, because life's a bottomless feast of shit.
When the sky’s falling, I take shelter under bullshit.
What do you think of the old boy?" said Jean. "He's got a strangely sunny view of ten years of defeat", said Locke, "but if I get killed in the next six weeks, I want him to speak at my funeral.
Only prisoners were ever granted easy passage into a prison.
A troupe learns to play like we all learn to screw, stumbling and jostling until everything's finally in the right place.
A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.
The fact Locke didn't die instantly may be taken as proof that a human male can survive having every last warm drop of blood within his body rush instantly to the vicinity of his cheeks.
