Quotes from Martin Millar

I sit and feel lonely. Sitting and feeling lonely is something I am a spectacular success at. I can do it for hours. Everyone is good at something.

The pyjamas have cats on them. I am informed that these cats belong to an organisation called Hello Kitty.

I sit and feel lonely. Sitting and feeling lonely is something I am a spectacular success at. I can do it for hours. Everyone is good at something.

Two fairies were sleeping peacefully on his bed. Dinnie was immediately depressed. He knew that he did not have enough money to see a therapist.

Don't worry, fairy vomit is no doubt sweet-smelling to humans.

I will find you another long-forgotten Queen Mab poem in no time. Depend on it. I refuse to let Cody or anyone else know more about English Literature than me. So calm yourself, Elfish, and let an expert take over.

Her strength and spirit were both dripping away, leaving her empty inside. She could feel her filth and hunger, and her body was protesting violently about her long period of tension, and drug and alcohol abuse.

Hello," said Brannoc politely, despite his terrible hangover. "What the hell are you?" demanded the squirrel. "We are fairies," answered Brannoc, and the squirrel fell on the grass laughing, because New York squirrels are cynical creatures and do not believe in fairies.

They could make love while powerfully under the influence of grass or ecstacy, their usual drugs, and even while tripping, but often the drugs made them more prone to lying on their mattress in a fond embrace without actually doing anything much.

In this way they would spend the remaining hours of their wakefulness, passing into a kind of tantric and ecstatic state of pleasurable feelings before eventually drifting off to sleep, feeling that they were very much in love and everything in the world was good.

There is a legend that everything wasted on the earth is stored and treasured on the moon: unfulfilled dreams, broken vows, unanswered prayers, wasted time

In common with the rest of the world she was eager to grasp at any straw which might rehabilitate her dreams.

Everyone at the table had at one time or another felt their hatred and disgust for former lovers grow without warning.

Cary and Lilac both shared some sort of optimistic new-age philosophy, the general gist of which was that things usually turned out all right if you just expected them to. Their problems therefore settled, they carried on placing daisies in each other's hair.