Irvine Welsh Trainspotting Quotes

Choose a life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers ... Choose DSY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away in the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself, choose your future. Choose life ... But why would I want to do a thing like that? ~ Irvine Welsh

I've read a lot of Irvine Welsh - Trainspotting, Glue - he's written some beauties. ~ Andrew Flintoff

Cunts that try and psychoanalyse the fucked-up miss the crucial point: sometimes ye jist dae it cause it's thaire n that's wey ye are. ~ Irvine Welsh

High cunts are a big fuckin drag when yir feeling like this, because thir too busy enjoying their high tae notice or gie a fuck about your suffering. Whereas the piss-held in the pub wants every cunt tae git as ootay it as he is, the real junky (as opposed tae the casual user who wants a partner-in-crime) doesnae gie a fuck aboot anybody else. ~ Irvine Welsh

It seemed that young people, despite their fundamental decency, now had to buy into a mind-set which made viciousness and treachery come easy. ~ Irvine Welsh

Choose us. Choose life. Choose mortgage payments; choose washing machines; choose cars; choose sitting oan a couch watching mind-numbing and spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fuckin junk food intae yir mooth. Choose rotting away, pishing and shiteing yersel in a home, a total fuckin embarrassment tae the selfish, fucked-up brats ye've produced. Choose life. ~ Irvine Welsh

If only he loved himself as much as he loved the rest of the world. ~ Irvine Welsh

Ah wis gaunny say thit Tommy hud a choice; wee Maria disnae. Aw that would huv done wis precipitate an argument aboot whair choice began and ended. How many shots does it take before the concept ay choice becomes obsolete? Wish tae fuck ah knew. Wish tae fuck ah knew anything. ~ Irvine Welsh

How did it make you feel? ~ Irvine Welsh

Everytime ye go to jail, the probability ay ye ever becoming free fae that kind of life decreases. It's the same every time ye go back tae smack. Ye decrease yir chances of ay ever bein able tae dae withoot it. ~ Irvine Welsh

This social worker lassie turns round n gies us a stroppy look. Ah jist smiles bit she looked away aw fuckin nippy likes. Disnae cost nowt tae be social. A social worker thit cannae be fuckin social; that's nae good tae nae cunt, thon. Like a lifeguard thit cannae fuckin swim. Shouldnae be daein that kinday joab. ~ Irvine Welsh

Kev shuddered. This was crazy, but there it was; his name, spelt by an insect...
- Boab? Is that really you? Fuckin hell! Eh, buzz twice fir aye, once fir naw.
Two buzzes.
- Did eh, what's his name, did God dae this?
Two buzzes.
- Whit the fuck ur ye gaunny dae?
Frantic buzzing.
- Sorry Boab... kin ah git ye anything? Scran, likesay? ~ Irvine Welsh

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

- Yuv fucked this one up, ya daft cunt, the man said to him, raising a pint of eighty shillings to his lips.
- Eh? What? Boab was surprised again.
- You, Boab Coyle. Nae hoose, nae joab, nae burd, nae mates, polis record, sair face, aw in the space ay a few ooirs. Nice one, he winked and toasted Boab with his pint. This angered, but intrigued Boab.
- How the fuck dae you ken? Whae the fuckin hell ur you?
The man shook his head, - It's ma fuckin buisness tae ken. Ah'm God. ~ Irvine Welsh

Spud has two expressions: totally-scoobied-as-to-what-the-fuck's-going-on and the constantly-on-the-verge-of-tears look he is currently deploying. Assailed with self pity and self loathing, regarding his folly in sitting next to Begbie, he glances around. - Aye ... it's bad, like say, he concedes, wondering how he can manoeuvre into another seat. ~ Irvine Welsh

His friends will decline in their numbers as his needs increase. The inverse, or perverse, mathematics ay life. ~ Irvine Welsh

Two choices; one: tough it oot, back in the room, two: phone that cunt Forrester and go tae Muirhoose, get fucked aboot and ripped oaf wi some crap gear. Nae contest.

In twenty minutes it wis: - Muirhoose pal? tae the driver oan the 32 bus and quiveringly stickin ma forty-five pence intae the the box.

Any port in a storm, and it's raging in here behind ma face. ~ Irvine Welsh

You can't lie to your soul. ~ Irvine Welsh

I love doubt in a woman. It's nearly as sexy as determination. ~ Irvine Welsh

Bruce, you're an ugly and silly old man. You're very possibly an alcoholic and God knows what else. You're the type of sad case who preys on vulnerable, weak and stupid women in order to boost his own shattered ego. You're a mess. You've gone wrong somewhere pal. ~ Irvine Welsh

It was Begbie who ensured he could never return. He had done what he wanted to do. He could now never go back to Leith, to Edinburgh, even to Scotland, ever again. There, he could not be anything other than he was. Now, free from them all, for good, he could be what he wanted to be. He'd stand or fall alone. This thought both terrified and excited him as he contemplated life in Amsterdam. ~ Irvine Welsh

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 ~ Irvine Welsh

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. ~ Irvine Welsh

- Aye, Charlene's fucked off. She's goat this boyfriend. He's just gittin back oot the jail. Renton taps up a vein in his wrist.
- Well that ain't gonna help.
- It isnae aboot helping, it's aboot being. If being Scottish is about one thing, it's aboot gittin fucked up, Renton explains, working the needle slowly into his flesh. - Tae us intoxication isnae just a huge laugh, or even a basic human right. It's a way ay life, a political philosophy. Rabbie burns said it: whisky and freedom gang thegither. Whatever happens in the future tae the economy, whatever fucking government's in power, rest assured we'll still be pissin it up and shootin shit intae ourselves, he announces, pulsing with glorious anticipation as he sucks his dark blood back into the barrel, then lets his ravenous veins drink the concoction. ~ Irvine Welsh

1926. The General Strike in Leith. You read all that and what they said then and you pure see what the Labour Party used to believe in - freedom for the ordinary cat. ~ Irvine Welsh

You just want tae fuck up on drugs so that everyone'll think how deep and fucking complex you are. It's pathetic, and fucking boring. ~ Irvine Welsh

I'm more of a warrior than you'll ever be. I believe in the class war. I believe in the battle of the sexes. I believe in my tribe. I believe in the righteous, intelligent clued-up section of the working classes against the brain-dead moronic masses as well as the mediocre, soulless bourgeoisie. ~ Irvine Welsh

I was used to heat but this place was so dry the trees were bribing the dogs. ~ Irvine Welsh

A standing prick hath no conscience. And if that standing prick is attached to Bruce Robertson then it hath less than no conscience. You can't afford a conscience in this life, that has become a luxury for the rich and a social ball and chain for the rest of us. Even if I wanted one, which I certainly do not, I wouldn't have the faintest idea as how to go about getting one. ~ Irvine Welsh

Most importantly, we shag at least twice a day. It's proper sex, relaxed and unhurried, no done on the sly. ~ Irvine Welsh

Poor Spud's too pished tae pick up the vibe but, n he's still guan on:
- Naw bit that wis amazing, see if ah could sing like you, Franco –
- Shut the fuck up, Begbie says wi soft menace. Nicksy looks ower tae me wi a fraught, raised brow.
- But ah'm jist sayin – Spud pleads.
- Ah sais tae fuckin well shut it! Right!
Spud falls silent, as does the rest ay the room. We all instantly understand how Begbie sees that this wee fragment ay beauty in his soul has been exposed, and how even through his ain ego and the flattery received, he looks on it as a potential weakness, something that might one day compromise him.
- It's jist fuckin singin, right. ~ Irvine Welsh

Ah didnae really know much aboot women. Ah didnae really know much aboot anything. ~ Irvine Welsh

Skinners guts were in turmoil from the beer and curry at the weekend and a viscous, silent eye-stinging killer of a fart slipped out of him, as poignantly weeping as a lover's last farewell, just as the lift stopped at the next floor to let in two men wearing overalls. Everybody suffered in silence. As the workmen got off at the following level, Skinner seized the opportunity, announcing, - That is minging, looking towards the departing workers. He knew that when it came to farting everybody turned into Old Etonian High Court Judges. Men would always be suspected before women and men in working clothes would always be blamed before men in suits. Those were the rules.

From "The Bedroom Secrets Of The Master Chefs ~ Irvine Welsh

When I get home I take some sleeping pills and within what seemed like half an hour of unconsciousness it was Monday morning again. ~ Irvine Welsh

They start a tickling fight, laughing hysterically, and then they're necking again. Nicksy registers that his Scottish friend and the Bird With the Big Hair have adopted that arrogant 'look-at-us-we've-just-invented-sex' demeanor of people who're fucking after a long hiatus ~ Irvine Welsh

As if the physical proximity can make up for the emotional distance. ~ Irvine Welsh

Gillman smiles, in the cold manner of an assassin. It's like looking in the mirror. ~ Irvine Welsh

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

This is from "Marabou Stork Nightmares".
Bernard's Poem:

Did you see her on the telly the other day
good family entertainment the tabloids say

But when you're backstage
at your new faeces audition
you hear the same old shite of your own selfish volition

She was never a singer
a comic or a dancer
I cant say I was sad
when I found out she had cancer

Great Britain's earthy northern
comedy queen
takes the rand, understand
from the racist Boer regime

So now her cells are fucked
and thats just tough titty
I remember her act
that I caught back in Sun City

She went on and on about
'them from the trees
with different skull shapes
from the likes of you and me'

Her Neo-Nazi spell
it left me fucking numb
the Boers lapped it up with zeal
so did the British ex-pat scum

But what goes round
comes round they say
so welcome to another dose
of chemotherapy

And for my part
it's time to be upfront
so fuck off and die
you carcinogenic cunt. ~ Irvine Welsh

Thir no fuckin swaggerin aroond Leith, fuckin well surein thair no. A bunch ay fuckin sheepshaggers wi thair diddy European Cup Winner's Cup, comin doon here, drinkin in oor pubs, chattin up oor... Franco hesitates, looks at Tommy.
Tommy can't resist it. - Sheep? ~ Irvine Welsh