“I knocked at a second-floor flat in a dreary house, one of two hundred in a dreary Catford street.” — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
“I studied him and realized that madness is the last defence of the mind when it can't hope to reconcile itself with events; I… — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
“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… — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
“It seems to me that no matter whether you marry, settle down or live with a bird or not, certain ones simply have your… — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
“It's wearying, like Caliban buttonholing you in hell and telling you the struggle he's having getting along with himself.” — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
“The eternal cycle, the beginning, middle and end of a human being, the incomprehensible dance in the magic of our own theatre will continue… — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
Every day you amass knowledge in a frantic race against death that death must win. You want to find out everything in the time… — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
“I knocked at a second-floor flat in a dreary house, one of two hundred in a dreary Catford street.” — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
“I’ve come to believe that what we need is a republic. People need to be run by people who like them, not boxed into… — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
“I have taken a terrible beating from the truth and feel tamed, wise and desperate, as if I had taken a short route to… — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
She doesn’t think she’s worthy to live. But she doesn’t realize, she is life. — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
“You Englishmen,’ said Herr Wurter. ‘You are all the same. Wherever you are you behave as if you were at home and your word… — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
“...perhaps, when it got utterly dark, the peace of the darkness would become the same as light so that my last experience would become… — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
“He still didn't believe we could do it to him, and left with the assured insolence of a credit card presenting itself at the… — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
Anyone who conceives of writing as an agreeable stroll towards a middle-class life-style will never write anything but crap. — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
