Derek Raymond

...perhaps, when it got utterly dark, the peace of the darkness would become the same as light so that my last experience would become as mysterious and musical as my first, so that in my last darkness there might not be the same need of understanding anything so far away as the world anymore.

It seems to me that no matter whether you marry, settle down or live with a bird or not, certain ones simply have your number on them, like bombs in the war; and even if you don__ happen to like them all that much there__ nothing you can do about it _ unless you__e prepared to spend a lifetime arguing fate out of existence, which you could probably do if you tried but I__ not the type.__rust on Its Uppers, p. 87

Anyone who conceives of writing as an agreeable stroll towards a middle-class life-style will never write anything but crap.

It's wearying, like Caliban buttonholing you in hell and telling you the struggle he's having getting along with himself.

You Englishmen,_ said Herr Wurter. __ou are all the same. Wherever you are you behave as if you were at home and your word was law.

A quick butchers shows up Old Bill three-handed, also a particularly nasty female grass_-and if looks were acid baths the two she collects from us would reduce her to gristle quicker than Mrs. Durand-Deacon.