“Half an identity is better than none. It gets you a car and lets you drive it, but it has fuck all to say about where you should be going and why. So he is simply heading south.” DrivingLoss Of IdentityHeading South Book:Badlands Source: Badlands
“For a short waterfall it is surprisingly noisy and too close to the car park for him to risk shouting over it so they stand there in silence observing it. Obviously she wants to and he finds that he can tolerate the distraction, using the time to check her out. Posh punk, he thinks, hard to see which is dominant. Frayed denim skirt and black leggings under a very classy cashmere coat. She trawled a high-end branch of Oxfam or she's genuinely indigent with a good source of hand-me-downs. Whichever, she has a near-perfect profile and pink hair.” PunkPoshWaterfallCashmereCharlotte KaufmannHand Me DownsAdam Maxwell Book:Badlands Source: Badlands
“When they watched The Third Man, which was often, too often in Charlotte's opinion, her mother would pause on the two graveyard scenes, the first when the man who was not Harry Lime was disinterred, the second where the real Harry Lime took his place. "That's our grave," she would say. "Or pretty damn close to it.” GraveViennaThe Third ManCharlotte KaufmannHarry LimeZentralfriedhof Book:Badlands Source: Badlands
“Where did the Picts live? Might they still be here? The Romans were so scared of them they built a wall. Two walls, by orders of two emperors after they successively failed to frighten them into passivity. And now the Celtic Supremicists. Is there nothing this part of the world will stop at to create its own agenda?” AgendasRomansCeltsPictsWalls Of DefenceEmperors Book:Badlands Source: Badlands