Derek Raymond

“I studied him and realized that madness is the last defence of the mind when it can't hope to reconcile itself with…

— Derek Raymond

“A quick butchers shows up Old Bill three-handed, also a particularly nasty female grass–-and if looks were acid baths the two she…

— Derek Raymond

“It seems to me that no matter whether you marry, settle down or live with a bird or not, certain ones simply…

— Derek Raymond

“It's wearying, like Caliban buttonholing you in hell and telling you the struggle he's having getting along with himself.”

— Derek Raymond

“The eternal cycle, the beginning, middle and end of a human being, the incomprehensible dance in the magic of our own theatre…

— Derek Raymond

Every day you amass knowledge in a frantic race against death that death must win. You want to find out everything in…

— Derek Raymond

“Death is its own best friend, and our dreams know it.”

— Derek Raymond

“I knocked at a second-floor flat in a dreary house, one of two hundred in a dreary Catford street.”

— Derek Raymond

“I’ve come to believe that what we need is a republic. People need to be run by people who like them, not…

— Derek Raymond

“I have taken a terrible beating from the truth and feel tamed, wise and desperate, as if I had taken a short…

— Derek Raymond

She doesn’t think she’s worthy to live. But she doesn’t realize, she is life.

— Derek Raymond

“You Englishmen,’ said Herr Wurter. ‘You are all the same. Wherever you are you behave as if you were at home and…

— Derek Raymond

“...perhaps, when it got utterly dark, the peace of the darkness would become the same as light so that my last experience…

— Derek Raymond

“He still didn't believe we could do it to him, and left with the assured insolence of a credit card presenting itself…

— Derek Raymond

Anyone who conceives of writing as an agreeable stroll towards a middle-class life-style will never write anything but crap.

— Derek Raymond

I became as hard as whipcord, but with a brain like cottonwool.

— Derek Raymond

“As soon as he was half-awake he slipped his knickers off. Holding them close to his face, he handled them loosely for…

— Derek Raymond