All I did was write it down, one word after the other, beginning and ending with the same one, Bombay.

Drugs are a bad habit, so why do it? Because, said Dimple, it isn't the heroin that we're addicted to, it's the drama of the life, the chaos of it, that's the real addiction and we never get over it and because when you come down to it, the high life, that is, the intoxicated life, is the best of the limited options offered.

My religion is no way of knowing me.

Come on, a 25-page digression on god? You can’t have that kind of thing, cut it out!”

The world is on fire time is a bomb. Ten thousand years are not enough When so much remains to be done

Because now there's time enough not to hurry, to light the lamp and open the window to the moon and take a moment to dream of a great and broken city, because when the day starts its business I'll have to stop, these are night-time tales that vanish in the sunlight like vampire dust