“Where's my life gone? Where's it going? Looking across the grassy marshland to Flint and up the coast to Point Of Air, I start to wonder what all those poor fuckers in Wales are doing with their lives. Screwing? Sleeping… — Kevin Sampson Copy Share Image
“They were such seriously futile people that she found herself wanting to cry out against their ready-made justifications for pointless lives.” — Frank Herbert Copy Share Image
