The Gods of Chaos and Chance Quotes

“Aleksey didn’t want his island to be in the Caribbean, for many reasons, but mainly because he wasn’t too sure where it was, and it irritated him when Americans pronounced it.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“You sent her off to walk to the cottage on her own. It would have taken her six and a half hours at her speed.’ ‘It would have been character building. I let her take a map.’ ‘She’s three!”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“Son of Wat, is called hubris: fucking with the gods of chaos and chance.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“quite perked Aleksey up. He felt almost chipper, and enjoyed taking Ben frequent cups of tea and waking him up to offer them.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“Not myself?’ This would be good. He had no idea who the fuck he was most of the time. He’d appreciate having some suggestions.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“Enid was the Walter White of cake.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“Aleksey wanted to point out that he’d nearly died within shouting distance of their glass house—or at least arthritic, blind-dog limping distance—but he couldn’t, because the swells had just given him another reason to decide he didn’t need alcohol in his life anymore. He was too busy vomiting violently over the side.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“We had to dress as one once and when I told my dad, needing some sort of costume, he reckoned I looked like a bloody evacuee already, so I just went as I was.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“Suddenly, Tim reared back in his chair, tipping it over. He held a hand to his throat. Squeezy had him a Heimlich hold before he could speak, but Tim elbowed him in the stomach and then rounded on him. ‘You made me put that fucking coat on! You utter fuckwit! Look! Look what he’s bloody wearing!”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“They all took another walk to the lighthouse, and he sat for a while, listening to the other three speculating on how they could maybe build a glider, or construct some ramparts, perhaps toss the dog up, toss Tim, and other such suggestions.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“Squeezy demonstrated this climbing technique in a way which made Aleksey ask, curious, ‘Is he fucking a horse?’ Squeezy rolled his eyes and tried again in his I am now being patient for the impaired voice. ‘You wrap a rope around the tower, go barefoot for grip, and—”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“Someone had once thought it an acceptable idea to give Michael Heathcote a pilot’s licence. That was a sobering thought.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“Absolutely. In case you have forgotten, PB came back bloodied around his neck where he fought restraint, and he was bitten. And we do not know if those bites were animal, do we? Radulf thinks he was taken by vivisectionists.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“As Aleksey pointed out, Radulf upchucked frequently anyway, had apparently eaten a rotten seagull on the beach, and so might as well take the opportunity of a handy swell for a nice purge.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“It seemed a bit unfair to Aleksey to inflict that moron on top of homelessness on anyone. ‘All right.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“Oh, I thought the idea of catapulting the moron up there an excellent idea. Hopefully, he’d miss the tower entirely and carry on, sailing right over the cliff. I have had an idea, by the way.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“deep here, min skat, don’t worry.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“Then they would hire a boat and do the forty or so miles from there to Light Island. That part should take them about three hours.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance

“seemed a bit unfair to Aleksey to inflict that moron on top of homelessness on anyone. ‘All right.”
― John Wiltshire, The Gods of Chaos and Chance