Nick Humbard

“I look down at the city again. From here the city resembles a severed head, incinerated and discarded by the side of the river; its cavernous eye sockets are empty, bundles of dead nerves dangle from its neck, its shattered mouth gapes, a few desolate wires hang from its stark, scorched skull and, suddenly and incomprehensibly and so foreign to my body I could weep, I feel my heart expand with what I can only describe as a sensation of hope. Is there a word for that? Hope in the face of grand calamity.”
― Nick Cave, The Sick Bag Song

“Sure, a man’s home is his castle, but if he shares it with a woman, he knows his rule is limited.”
― Tanya Thompson, Red Russia

“I'm just some fingers resting lightly on a cursor as it slides magically around a kind of Ouija board.”
― Dennis Cooper, God Jr.

“Если б было светло, они б сгорели со стыда. Но кругом чернела ночь.”
― Golding William, El senyor de les mosques