Felix Quotes in NW
— He was murdered! Why does it matter where he grew up?
Five and innocent at this bus stop. Fourteen and drunk. Twenty-six and stoned. Twenty-nine in utter oblivion, out of his mind on coke and K: “You can’t sleep here, son. You either need to move it along or we’ll have to take you in to the station to sleep it off.” You live in the same place long enough, you get memory overlap.
“She’s knows what she’s about. She’s conscious.”
“And the stones,” said the kid. Felix touched his ears. Treasured zirconias, a present from Grace.
“You’re dreamin’,” he said.
On a tatty sofa a Rastafarian gentleman sat holding a picture of his adult son.
“You, me, all of us. Why that girl and not us. Why that poor bastard on Albert Road. It doesn’t make sense to me.”
“I got something to tell you,” said Keisha Blake, disguising her voice with her voice.
Felix Quotes in NW
— He was murdered! Why does it matter where he grew up?
Five and innocent at this bus stop. Fourteen and drunk. Twenty-six and stoned. Twenty-nine in utter oblivion, out of his mind on coke and K: “You can’t sleep here, son. You either need to move it along or we’ll have to take you in to the station to sleep it off.” You live in the same place long enough, you get memory overlap.
“She’s knows what she’s about. She’s conscious.”
“And the stones,” said the kid. Felix touched his ears. Treasured zirconias, a present from Grace.
“You’re dreamin’,” he said.
On a tatty sofa a Rastafarian gentleman sat holding a picture of his adult son.
“You, me, all of us. Why that girl and not us. Why that poor bastard on Albert Road. It doesn’t make sense to me.”
“I got something to tell you,” said Keisha Blake, disguising her voice with her voice.