Irvine Welsh

Leave it man. Squirrel__ botherin nae cunt likesay! Ah hate it the wey Mark__ intae hurtin animals_ it__ wrong man. Ye cannae love yirsel if ye want tae hurt things like that_ ah mean_ what hope is thir? The squirrel__ likes fuckin lovely. He__ daein his ain thing. He__ free. That__ mibble what Rents cannae stand. The squirrel__ free man.

The dead man is on the trolley and the woman collapses across his chest. That's what the ghouls want a shufti at, like at that Princess Diana's funeral, they want to scrutinise those who really knew her, to drink the misery out of their faces.

What interests me, personally, is work which in some way, speaks the truth to power_I don__ think we speak the truth to power for power__ ear, but for the ear and the imagination of future generations, who would seek to live in a world free from the malign and self-serving influence of those who wield it.

Ah remember walkin along Princes Street wi Spud, we both hate walkin along that hideous street, deadened by tourists and shoppers, the twin curse ay modern capitalism.

Ah sortay jist laugh whin some cats say that racism's an English thing and we're aw Jock Tamson's bairn up here . . . it's likesay pure shite man, gadges talkin through their erses.

When I get home I take some sleeping pills and within what seemed like half an hour of unconsciousness it was Monday morning again.

When you hurt some cunt [_] it__ you duty to enjoy it, otherwise you__e done it for fuck all, it means nothing

Can you taste it Bruce? Can you taste the filth, the dirt, the oily blackness of that fossil fuel in our mouth as you choke and gag and spit it out? Do you still hear his voice in your head urging you to eat? Eat, eat eat. Your mother's cries. Do you hear them? You should be Bruce. Because I know that it's never left you alone. Now you can eat what you want to eat. For me, for you, for all the others. Now you can consume to your heart's content or your soul's destruction, whichever comes first. So eat.

There's that horrible-beautiful moment, that bitter-sweet impasse where you know that somebody is bullshitting you but they're doing it with such panache and conviction...no, it's because they say exactly what you want to hear, at that point in time.

Now most people would put this doon tae experience, ye always want what ye cannae have and the things that ye dinnae really gie a toss aboot get handed tae ye oan a plate.