Roots cannot grow into trees if there are no supernatural elements in the soil. Man cannot grow wealthy and famous if he doesn’t contribute to either, the good or evil.

So when time had begun to run out on Adelia with no really acceptable husband in sight, she’d married money — crude money, button money. She was expected to refine this money, like oil.

Journalism is not a precise science, it’s a crude art

Ah bet she’s a dirty wee minx in the scratcher. Y’see that “butter wouldnae melt” expression she’s goat goin on? That’s jist a smokescreen – ah guarantee she goes like a train.’ Jimmy belched, considerately...

i am like a dead begoniahanging upside down because like a dead begonia I don’t give a fuck

Love is like a booger, you pick and pick at it. Then when you get it you wonder how to get rid of it.

I don’t see anything other than pretensions and low mentality in women who make a man run after a hole that would soon be inhabited by termites and worms.