Do you remember the warmth of her thighs, between her legs, and in her mouth?

“Yes. I'm an unrepentant spoilsport.” The lieutenant appears pleased with this.

YOU: That's sad.
LIMBIC SYSTEM: Yes, it is. And you drowned in that sadness a long time ago.
YOU: What do you mean, “drowned”?
LIMBIC SYSTEM: You lost.

YOU: “It's not a prop. It's for your clients. I know it's used”
GARTE: “Okay, yes, it's for some clients,” he admits reluctantly.
YOU: “Okay, *fuck* me then! Just FUCK me!”
GARTE: “Stop yelling.”

Every school of thought and government has failed in this city -- but I love it nonetheless. It belongs to me as much as it belongs to you.

EMPATHY: He was confused when he died. Confused and alone, most likely. Overcome with the awful surprise of it all.

A tremendous loneliness comes over you. Everybody in the world is doing something without you.

PERCEPTION: A dog barks and a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice...
SHIVERS: REVACHOL FOREVER.

YOU: Revachol forever.
KLAASJE: For ever and ever.

Beauty, don't abandon me in all this ugliness!

Chaos is my method, I am its scion.

And then you see it. As it strangles and beats your friends to death... the sweetest most courageous people in the world. You see the fear and power in its eyes. Then you *know*. That the bourgeois are not human.

As you look back you think: So love did *do him in* after all.

You're no Semenese ghostwhisperer, you're an alcoholic!

Women like women too, officer. Try not to fixate on this. Let's move on.

Before you is a temple of pain that knew little tenderness in life.

However much you feed the wolf -- the wolf always hungers.

Tell me, where are your friends? Human beings have friends, Harry-boy. Where the hell are yours?

“I can see you drank last night, and the night before,” he says after a moment of silence. “And that you are still drunk now.”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Albeit dark and cold, this vision also feels cosy in its own way. Like eggnog, or morphine! A much needed respite from our own world.