"It was late afternoon. I had a few beers up there as I was was slumping into a bluesy drunk on my lonesome while I waited for the light to give the concrete hive the perfect kiss."
"And while we’re at it, we can tell the fearmongers to go fuck themselves. Life, a brief interlude between two great mysteries, is not about eluding death in its many forms. It’s about embracing the beautiful madness of existence."
"Whichever way, this gent's unperturbed stare struck me as particularly bold. And incredibly vulnerable."
"Dentists have a way of doing their thing in cubicles behind storefront windows - in full view of pedestrians crowding the sidewalks - as a way to show off their skills and attract more customers and/or patients. Oddly enough, it seems to work."
"In a way, I should be grateful. The neck ties are now hanging like limp, brightly coloured snakes, aching for a bite of my Adam’s apple, in the darkest corner of my cupboard. Let them hang, the slinky bastards."
"For at this very moment, as we’re thrashing about in white-eyed animal terror of the thundering darkness in the distance, there may well be monsters circling right under our feet."
"I just hope that when I pop down to the corner store in a few minutes for a gallon of drinking water, the friendly folks with the red armbands and temperature scanners at the building gate don’t get a reading higher than 37.3 degrees Celsius from my wrist. If that’s the case, I’ll be questioned (in Chinese), detained and taken to a designated state hospital for testing, observation and God knows what else. Such is life in the Orient. Embrace the mystery."