I'd The Upbringing A Nun Would Envy.

You Were Born With Your Legs Apart. They'll Send You To The Grave In A Y-shaped Coffin.

People Think I Write Fantasy, But I Don't; Some Things May Be Exaggerated Or Distorted In The Same Way That Painters Distort And Alter Things, But They're Realistic Figures. They're Perfectly Recognisable.

With Madness, As With Vomit, It's The Passerby Who Receives The Inconvenience.

The Oscar Wilde Of Welfare State Gentility.

The Humble And Meek Are Thirsting For Lood