‘They returned to the gloomy underworld, safe there below the ground, away from the sun…’

The Things That Really Matter
‘They returned to the gloomy underworld, safe there below the ground, away from the sun…’
‘Far from being this big, booming voice, the Daily Mail is just a little man behind a curtain...’
‘The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you’re already dead…’
‘Still, that was the city, a great big filthy breeding place for vermin – animal and human…’
‘The records we like can lead us back to the lives we once led…’
‘We never cease wanting what we want, whether it’s good for us or not…’
‘Where Satan is, in the world of horror, female genitals are likely to be nearby…’
‘Life is short and pain is long and we were all put on this earth to help each other…’
‘Love meant being brave, otherwise you had already lost your own argument…’
‘The beer is cold. The sun nearly always shines. There is coffee on every corner...’