Peter Griffin

“Did she?” “It was in The Herald,” she confided. “Apparently you can’t move for Chinese lads these days. I don’t know what’s happening at all. You’d be afraid to go out at night.”
― Caimh McDonnell, A Man With One of Those Faces

“Ibrignon Peace and Love, the archway read. Its rusted, pitted surface glistened in the rain, the letters bleak and false to Avery’s eyes. A road led into the little cemetery, but evidently the cabbie dared not take it.”
― Jack Conner, The Atomic Sea: Volume One

“Before”
― Monika Wiśniewska, Polish Girl In Pursuit of the English Dream: A Gripping Memoir of Resilience: One Woman's Journey from the English Dream to Spiritual Enlightenment and Self-Love

“Bernd doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know anyone over there, on the other side of the barbed wire. We’re sitting in a Kneipe in Kreuzberg drinking beers. It’s a bohemian place, the sort of bar that attracts artists, students and political agitators. Old copies of the weeks’ newspapers litter the tables and benches.”
― Margarita Morris, Oranges for Christmas