It is a peculiar experience, prowling the streets of Edinburgh before the festival has begun. No large groups of teenagers in matching T-shirts advertising their musical. No battle-scarred comedians plodding philosophically towards their next pie. No posters. — Tim Key Copy Share Image
Long after the bomb falls and you and your good deeds are gone, cockroaches will still be here, prowling the streets like armored cars. — Tama Janowitz Copy Share Image
