We have watched mutant creatures crawl from sewers into cold flat starlight and whisper shyly to each other, drawing maps and messages in faecal mud.… - China Miéville

This was the most difficult, the most extraordinary transition. Her body had been a source of shame and disgust; to engage in activities with no purpose at all except to revel in their sheer physicality had first nauseated, then terrified, and finally liberated her.

And for what it's worth, which in my professional opinion isn't a bloody lot, I'll pray for you." "Pray to what?" Marge said. He smiled. The jukebox played "Wise Up Sucker" by Pop Will Eat Itself. "Fuck it," the man said. "Tell you what. What's the point collecting stuff you don't use? I'll pray to all of them.

She probably used proxies and a cleaner-upper online too, because there was bugger-all of interest in her cache." "You have no idea what you're saying, do you, boss?" "None at all. I had the techies write it all out phonetically for me.