“Ina stood and shuffled over to the urn on the fireplace. Stroked it with a twisted finger. "How are we supposed to get more consecrated soil, now? Taxi drivers always look at you so strangely when you get in with a shovel and say, 'Take me to the nearest graveyard.” Crone Wisdom Book:Close to the Bone Source: Close to the Bone
“You know: the old plastic-bag-up-the-fanny routine. Do it when they’re on the blob and the sniffer dogs don’t smell it. An’ even if they do smell some-thin’ everyone’s too fuckin’ embarrassed to say anything.” ScotlandSmugglingSmugglers Book:Cold Granite Source: Cold Granite
