Greg Keen > Quotes

“perused a selection of love eggs. According to a handwritten card, concubines in the Secret Palace had used them to strengthen their pelvic floors. Of course, they’d all died and crumbled into dust long ago. One day you’re busy giving your snatch a workout, the next you’re shaking hands with the Reaper. Such is the human condition.”
― Greg Keen, Soho Dead

“Congregated around a glass-fronted bookcase was an irritation of middle-aged men in waxed jackets,”
― Greg Keen, Soho Dead

“They say old age is a clever thief. He steals things without you noticing, until there’s nothing left. The same goes for urban development. It seemed like yesterday that Soho was a charming parish boasting peep shows, gambling dens and pubs full of pornographers and poets. Now it was all private members’ clubs and would you like a cinnamon sprinkle”
― Greg Keen, Soho Dead

“Buddhists believe there can be no such thing as a fixed personality when the universe is in a state of constant flux.”
― Greg Keen, Soho Dead

“How about we meet in the Vesuvius?’ I suggested. ‘That spieler in Greek Street? Thought it closed down.’ ‘The new owner kept it open.’ ‘Why did he do that?’ ‘Because the V is a place of great cultural significance.’ ‘It’s a shithole.’ ‘Can’t it be both?’ I asked.”
― Greg Keen, Soho Ghosts

“He’s psychotic.’ ‘In publishing that’s not necessarily a bad skill set.”
― Greg Keen, Soho Dead

“His eyes were the same intense cobalt-blue. His hair was in a crew cut. His nose had a bump in the bridge. The vein in his left temple stood out in the same way Farrelly’s had when I’d first been introduced to him. Was the guy part of a military experiment? I imagined a platoon of Farrellys yomping across the desert chanting What’s your fucking problem? and You’re gonna get a twatting.”
― Greg Keen, Soho Ghosts