found quotes

[waider]

These are from, hmm, (checks bookshelf) John Shirley's A Splendid Chaos, scribbled on a card in the pub and forgotten until today's adventures in cleaning:

Zero shook his head. He was hot, uncomfortable and tired, and he hadn't had enough to eat. Also, he was on the wrong planet.

"Bowler, not only do I have to talk to a fucking melted dwarf on a sawhorse, the melted dwarf on a sawhorse is giving me shit."

They may be funnier when you're drunk, mind.