Kill the Dead (Sandman Slim, #2)

by Richard Kadrey

The universe is a meat grinder and we’re just pork in designer shoes, keeping busy so we can pretend we’re not all headed for the sausage factory.

Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.

Enemies kill you with a knife in the back. Friends kill you with kindness. Either way you’re dead.

Words are weapons. They blast big bloody holes in the world.