Quotes from David Peace

The things you've done and the things you've said; the fists you've raised and the bruises you've kissed, everything has finally come together and will now stay together.

Women, eh? Can't live with them, can't kill 'em. 'Cept round Chapeltown.

They weren't bad, were they? I thought Johnny Giles was ace." "Fuck off," I tell him. "You can bloody walk back to Leeds for that.

Now before you all go off for your lovely hot baths, before you all piss off in your lovely new suits and your lovely flash card to your lovely new houses and your lovely young wives, you can all get down on your bloody hands and knees and look for my fucking watch!

lab. Develops

It is a war of nerves and there will be casualties.

Because this is the first thing you have ever won and, like your first pair of boots, your first kiss and your first car, you'll never forget the hours of this day.

I don't believe in God. But I do believe in doubt. I do believe in fear.

Whatever people say you are, that is what you're not.

The Byline Boy at last, brining more death to the house of the dead.

No matter how good you think you are or how clever... How many fancy new friends you make on the telly... The reality of footballing life is this: The chairman is the boss, then comes the directors... Then the secretary, then the fans, then the players... And then finally, last of all... bottom of the heap, the lowest of the low... comes the one, who in the end, we can all do without... The fucking manager.

I am forty years old, Joan thirty-eight. We have no children, we can't.

These should be the happiest days, weeks and months of your life, but behind the scenes, upstairs and down, there is always doubt, always fear and always trouble-

He hates me and I hate him, but I hate him more, more and more-

The scenery changes but the pain remains.

But it's over. It's over and you know it- No League Championships. No FA Cups. No European Cups- The roar and the whistle. The applause and the adoration- Finished forever. Second best. Forever.

Ten grand in your pocket. But it won't last. Not at this rate. Jobless and boozing. Fat and fucked. Not unless Peter says yes- Peter Taylor. The only friend you've ever had. Peter Taylor.

So we can expect a bit more warmth, a bit more "honesty and a bit more Brian Clough from the League Champions? " asks Mitchell. "A lot more Brian Clough actually" I tell him. "A lot more

Everybody wants to be you. Everybody loves you; fathers and sons, wives and daughters. Young and old, rich and poor. Because hopes are high in the poor houses, hopes are high in the rich houses- Hopes you have raised. Hopes you must fulfil.

Why me? All we do is argue." "That's why I want you