“Real-time creeps back in, and Lindsay realises the kid's on his knees beside him, saying his name over and over and over. "What?" "Oh, thank fuck... Jesus, you're bleeding like hell." "Thanks, Sherlock." "Can you see a bright white light?"… — Richard Rider Copy Share Image
“Poor innocent me, just going about my business, then you raped me down the ear with your gun." Lindsay nicks the bottle, smirking just… — Richard Rider Copy Share Image
“Everyone always knows what they're doing," he says abruptly, still not looking up from his hands, the little plastic pot and the old tattoo and the new white dressing on his left wrist. "You know what you're doing, you got your work and your friends and everything and miserable headfucky little teenage girly boys think you're amazing and, I don't… — Richard Rider Copy Share
“I like walking round London at night, I do it all the time. Not for no reason, just cos... it's home, innit? It's brilliant, you can't ever get bored of London cos even if you live here for like a hundred and fifty years you still won't ever know everything about it. There's always something new. Like, you're walking round… — Richard Rider Copy Share
“You warped me. I was a perfectly normal- -drug addicted bisexual hooker-fucking criminal. -perfectly normal sensible man with normal sensible urges before you.” — Richard Rider Copy Share Image
“Still, Lindsay stops getting dressed, even though he's only half-done, because he gets this urge to ambush the kid with a hug. Just that,… — Richard Rider Copy Share Image
“You are not deep and complex. You're the most 2-D person I've ever met in my life. Miyazaki drew you and threw you straight… — Richard Rider Copy Share Image
“Valentine clears his throat. "So. Why can't you just say it?" "Say what?" "You know what." "It's hardly the time or place." "It is… — Richard Rider Copy Share Image
“It ain't embarrassing just thinking something's hot. You can be as sensible and respectable as you like through all the day and night but… — Richard Rider Copy Share Image
“There are people everywhere. Lindsay wants to be sick, it's like he can feel all their eyes on him, but he does it anyway… — Richard Rider Copy Share Image
“Ha ha ha. But what if, right, when you come home, what if I ain't wearing nothing but Nutella?" "Your double negatives make me… — Richard Rider Copy Share Image
“If I just open this window a bit, that man might put his finger up your bum. Wouldn't that be nice for you?” — Richard Rider Copy Share Image
