Allan McDougall

“People have died for love, they have lied and cheated and parted from those who loved them in turn. Love has slammed doors on fortunes, made bad men from heroes and heroes from libertines. Love has corrupted, cured, depraved and perverted. It is the remedy, the melody, the poison and the pain. The appetite, the antidote, the fever and the flavour. Love Kills. Love Cures. Love is a bloody menace. Oh, but it’s fun while it lasts.”
― Louise Welsh, The Cutting Room

“slubberdegullions.”
― Louise Welsh, The Cutting Room

“The universalists place the active nodes of linguistic life—the deep structures—so deep as to defy observation and description. Or to use Steiner’s analogy: Try to draw up the creature from the depths of the sea, and it will disintegrate or change form grotesquely.”
― Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash

“He is a litch, Charles,’ she said. ‘He is both dead and not dead.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters