Top 160 Irvine Welsh Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “Underpinning them was the belief that the grim reality of impending death can be talked away by trying to invest in the present reality of life.”

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102. “I feel like I’ve exhausted guys and male friendships.”

— Irvine Welsh

103. “The first job of a writer is to be honest.”

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104. “Every kind of book I’ve written has been written in a different way. There has not been any set time for writing, any set way, I haven’t re-invented the process every time but I almost have.”

— Irvine Welsh

105. “They don’t understand the type of world we’re living in now, all those menaced souls clamouring for attention and recognition.”

— Irvine Welsh

106. “Awright Al? I asked him. A silly question really. Convention always imposes its lunacy on us at such inappropriate times.”

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107. “We are all acquaintances now.”

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108. “USA. The land of the free; where you accent didn’t matter. But he supposed everybody related to it; movies, TV, fat-food, outlets, you grew up with it. Cultural imperialism. Yet no wonder everybody increasingly hated it: it was stupid, self-serving and so in-your-face that it was setting itself up to be despised.”

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109. “On the issue of drugs, we wir classical liberals, vehemently opposed tae state intervention in any form.”

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110. “Everybody talks about being a writer, angel. If every novel conceived on a bar stool made it into print, there wood not be one tree left standing on God’s green Earth.”

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111. “I grew up in what was not so much a familyas a genetic disaster.”

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112. “He notes the depressing haste with which the successful, in the sexual sphere as in all others, segment themselves from the failures.”

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113. “There’s some kids playing out in the back, the strip of grass luminated an electric green by the brilliant sunlight. The sky is a delicious clear blue. Life is beautiful. I’m going to enjoy it, and I’m going to have a long life.”

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114. “The disease which racked his body was a sweetheart compared to the more obscure one that possessed his sick mind.”

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115. “This thought though, is nowhere near sufficient tae stop us fae daein what ah huv tae dae.”

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116. “Because whatever I hear outside, cars scrunching down the narrow, council-house streets, sometimes sweeping their headlights across this fusty old room, drunks challenging or serenading the world, or the rending shrieks of cats taking their torturous pleasures, I know I won’t hear that noise.”

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117. “She’s quite a nice looking lassie or she wid be if she didnae look shite.”

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118. “The pit of melancholy was a bottomless one, and he was descending fast, falling further away from the good times. Such times often seemed tantalisingly within reach; he could see them, going on all around him. His mind was like a cruel prison, giving his captive soul a sight of freedom, but no more.”

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119. “Might huv ehs ma’s brains, cause ay his heid taperin backwards intae a point like a fuckin alien.”

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120. “I tend to read more nonfiction, really, because when I’m writing I don’t like to read other fiction.”

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121. “It was cauld. For about a minute the grey sky ferociously split and sunlight burst through, pouring ower the city, reflectin off the glitterin granite. The blood pounded in ma heid, makin me want tae be somewhere else. Then it was away and that heavy cloak ay grey was back oan us.”

— Irvine Welsh

122. “As the late afternoon darkness falls, the lights look tacky and sinister.”

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123. “It unsettles the women as they have dropped their disguise and are now giant praying mantis with blonde and auburn wigs, lipstick smeared on those deadly pincher-like insect jaws.”

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124. “No tears come, and it would be pointless, like trying to empty a reservoir of grief by drip feed. I’m being daft.”

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125. “It was around the summer of 1982 when the drug problem really impacted. It became a lifestyle rather than a recreation. When you start lying and stealing, you cannot con yourself you’re in control any more.”

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126. “His friends will decline in their numbers as his needs increase. The inverse, or perverse, mathematics ay life.”

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127. “Perversity and obstinacy are integral tae the Scottish character.”

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128. “Franco’s voice is something tae hear, it’s like wi it bein Hogmanay, he’s absorbed just the right amount ay alcohol n good vibes and they intersect at this wonderous vector as he briefly becomes something else, this force ay grace and soul.”

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129. “The black insect-dead eyes in her suety, pockmarked face gaze at him.”

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130. “I’m glad our slivers of existence intersected in a Venn diagram between the crushing slabs of oblivion on either side of them.”

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131. “When I’m not writing, I read loads of fiction, but I’ve been writing quite constantly lately so I’ve been reading a lot of nonfiction – philosophy, religion, science, history, social or cultural studies.”

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132. “There’s no fear or regret but no elation or sense of triumph either. It’s just a job that had to be done.”

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133. “The establishment, the newspapers, they try to create something called Scottish literature, but when people are actually going to write, they are not going to necessarily prescribe to that, they’ll write what they feel.”

— Irvine Welsh

134. “It could have been suicide or an accident, or perhaps that grey area in between.”

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135. “She’s lovely and she’s with Skinner, and they’re probably in love and there’s no justice in this world.”

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136. “He feels the bleakness crawling into his skull; Franco breaths in steadily, trying to tune in all out, that pressure on your brain, eroding focus, diverting the flow of thought down old ruinous canals...”

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137. “The dead man is on the trolley and the woman collapses across his chest. That’s what the ghouls want a shufti at, like at that Princess Diana’s funeral, they want to scrutinise those who really knew her, to drink the misery out of their faces.”

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138. “Ah felt a paralysis ay emotion as time stretched out. A pervading numbness was setting in, like a dentist’s anaesthetic, spreading through ma body.”

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139. “Ah remember walkin along Princes Street wi Spud, we both hate walkin along that hideous street, deadened by tourists and shoppers, the twin curse ay modern capitalism.”

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140. “Ah’m sittin in the hotel bar waitin oan Fiona. Thinkin aboot her heart-melting smile and that sexy, concentrated frown when she evaluates books and the comments made by lecturers. Whenever she comes into a room, ma spirits soar. What ah feel is delight, pure and simple. Our life is all passionate kisses and soft wells of laughter. Ah love watchin her in class; even though we’re shaggin, it’s still great tae just look at her.”

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141. “Even evil bastards like Frank Begbie probabably attained an angelic innocence when they were out for the count.”

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142. “It was all that vain, egotistical insincerity of self-reproach. By blaming ourselves we take away the right of others to do the same.”

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143. “Now I’ll be left alone, and that’s all you want, all you crave out of life: to be left alone while you get on with the business of interfering with others. In.”

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144. “Las convenciones siempre nos imponen su locura en los momentos menos apropiados.”

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145. “I wouldn’t care about hurting myself or anybody else. Because I know now that doing things doesn’t hurt you; you get hurt by avoiding them.”

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146. “But you were brave, eh, Granda, charging up that beach, ye must have been brave.’ ‘I was scared, son,’ he’d telt me, his face sombre. ‘But most of all ah wis angry; angry at being there. Really angry. I wanted tae take it out on somebody, then go hame.’ ‘But that man hud tae be stoaped though, Faither,’ my dad had implored, ‘ye said so yirsel!’ ‘Ah know that. Ah wis angry that he wis allowed tae git started in the first place.”

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147. “I pay more tax registered in Holland than I would in the USA, but better gieing to the Dutch to build dams than the Yanks to build bombs.”

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148. “We were slowly, but irrevocably, coming apart.”

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149. “If only he loved himself as much as he loved the rest of the world.”

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150. “Without this kickstart to my day, I’d be lost. A day without a morning run is a day you fumble through, rather than one you attack.”

— Irvine Welsh