You can’t live if you can’t accept what you are, it said in Jake’s last journal, and you can’t accept what you are if you can’t say what you do. The power of naming, as old as Adam.— Glen Duncan, Talulla Rising
Modern humans talk their love affairs into an early grave, Jake had written. Eros hasn’t got a fucking chance with people yammering at each other about everything the whole time. I think we should talk. No, believe me, we shouldn’t. You want to give love a chance? Find someone you can’t communicate with.—
Glen Duncan, Talulla Rising
I don’t necessarily agree with this, but it’s an interesting concept. And, actually, I need to talk. Right now.
— Glen Duncan, Talulla Rising… When I got him back. Except every cell in my body knew I wasn’t going to get him back. I kept remembering him - and then feeling my scalp shrink because to remember you must have forgotten, and how could you have forgotten? How could it not be searing your heart every second of every minute of every day?
Total self-disgust is a kind of peace, Jake wrote.
The modern adult, Jake had written, has really only one thing to say to its inner child: I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry …— Glen Duncan, Talulla Rising
Keep reading, Lu, Jake had advised. Literature is humanity’s broad-minded alter-ego, with room in its heart even for monsters, even for you. It’s humanity without the judgement. Trust me, it’ll help.— Glen Duncan, Talulla Rising
Life’s generally artless, Jake wrote, but it does get occasional hard-ons for plot. It connects things, nefariously, behind your back, and before you know it you’re in the final act of a lousy movie. A lousy horror movie, usually…— Glen Duncan, Talulla Rising
It didn’t take long for me to start relying on escorts, who at least didn’t expect smalltalk and left when they were told; but even that wasn’t straightforward. For one thing I didn’t have Jake’s knack of getting turned on by someone I thought was a moron. For another, the male nastiness that used to get me guiltily wet lost its erotic clout when I pictured these men meeting me in my other form. It was tough to take a guy’s cock-swagger seriously when you knew just the whimpering baby you could reduce him to come next full moon.— Glen Duncan, from the female protagonist of Talulla Rising, sequel to The Last Werewolf
Dark hilarity’s always an option, if there’s no God.— Glen Duncan, Talulla Rising
The bigger obscenity, of course, is the question of how much life we’ve got. There’s no God but I know his style: he wouldn’t teach you the value of time unless you had fuck-all time left …—
Glen Duncan, Talulla Rising
(There may well be quite a few forthcoming quotes from this. I make no apology. But it might be easier if you bought the book and read it yourself. If you haven’t already, read everything that Duncan has published.)
Talulla Demetriou, you have been a Very (pause) Bad (pause) Girl.
Glen Duncan, Talulla Rising
Mr Glen Duncan, with this sequel you are spoiling us.
